- Now & Later lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tyga)
- Oh My Goodness lyrics - Chief Keef
Now & Later lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tyga)
Clubbin' on big ass trees
Higher than Jack and the Bean
Bitch, now I'm back poppin' beans
And I ain't mixin' that with the Lean
She got her mind made up
(Mind made up)
[Hook:]
I'm gonna hit that now and later
(I'm gonna hit that now and later)
I'm gonna get money now and later
(Now and later)
Shit ain't sweet like now and later
(Now and later)
I be ridin' round town like I'm the mayor
(I'm the mayor)
Ready to get all that paper
(Gotta get all that paper)
I be fuckin' on thots like I'm a player
(Like I'm a player)
Thots when I go to sleep and wake up
(They go to sleep and wake up)
Thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker
Thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker
Thot breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker, thot breaker
Heart breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker
Bitch I'm a heart breaker
Now and later, your bitch on the table
Goin' up like elevators, running up escalators
Clubbin' on big ass trees
Higher than Jack and the Bean
Bitch, know I been poppin' beans
And I ain't mixin' that with the Lean
All I know is go hard, less Tony, more Sosa
Pull up on your block like cockadoodledoo and roosta roosta
Pulled up on your thot and she like God is that you? And I don't know her
But all these bitches love Sosa
And they down to hold the toaster
Grandma saying now and later
I'm about 30 thousand dollar loafers
Boy, get your bitch, she callin'
Better catch your bitch, she fallin'
Had that pussy, yeah, she show me
Cause I'm mighty Sosa Kobe
[Hook]
[Tyga:]
Bout my paper
These bitches keep callin' me, I'm too busy stackin' paper
Plus I got a big booty right in-front of me, motherfuckin' heartbreaker
She ball breaker
Phantom droppin' she know it's Nathan
Meet a new bitch on a daily basis, emoji faces
Girl, give me that open mouth baby, ooh
Ferrari dick drive you crazy, ooh
I know that shit sound crazy
I'm a young nigga, these young bitches pay me
I ain't payin' for the pussy
But I'll put you on retainer
She said that's the same thing, I said no it ain't
I hit it when I want when I come through
Roll up a blunt, tell your girlfriends roll up a blunt
Yeah, all we do is fuck, yeah, all we do is fuck
Few hours later then we wake up and fuck
Gotta king me, Cartier rings on my pinky
I fuck that bitch like she was Pinky
Then I'm gettin' brain on the plane
Jet size with a big flame
Hold your horses, we crossin' borders
Pop a pill, she used to wylin'
Oh shit, I forgot your name again
Was it oh shit? Man I must be drunk again
Never sober
Like a college kid, I'm 24 should be in college, man
But I'm rich as fuck without a college, man
[Hook]
Higher than Jack and the Bean
Bitch, now I'm back poppin' beans
And I ain't mixin' that with the Lean
She got her mind made up
(Mind made up)
[Hook:]
I'm gonna hit that now and later
(I'm gonna hit that now and later)
I'm gonna get money now and later
(Now and later)
Shit ain't sweet like now and later
(Now and later)
I be ridin' round town like I'm the mayor
(I'm the mayor)
Ready to get all that paper
(Gotta get all that paper)
I be fuckin' on thots like I'm a player
(Like I'm a player)
Thots when I go to sleep and wake up
(They go to sleep and wake up)
Thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker
Thot breaker, thot breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker
Thot breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker, thot breaker
Heart breaker, thot breaker, heart breaker
Bitch I'm a heart breaker
Now and later, your bitch on the table
Goin' up like elevators, running up escalators
Clubbin' on big ass trees
Higher than Jack and the Bean
Bitch, know I been poppin' beans
And I ain't mixin' that with the Lean
All I know is go hard, less Tony, more Sosa
Pull up on your block like cockadoodledoo and roosta roosta
Pulled up on your thot and she like God is that you? And I don't know her
But all these bitches love Sosa
And they down to hold the toaster
Grandma saying now and later
I'm about 30 thousand dollar loafers
Boy, get your bitch, she callin'
Better catch your bitch, she fallin'
Had that pussy, yeah, she show me
Cause I'm mighty Sosa Kobe
[Hook]
[Tyga:]
Bout my paper
These bitches keep callin' me, I'm too busy stackin' paper
Plus I got a big booty right in-front of me, motherfuckin' heartbreaker
She ball breaker
Phantom droppin' she know it's Nathan
Meet a new bitch on a daily basis, emoji faces
Girl, give me that open mouth baby, ooh
Ferrari dick drive you crazy, ooh
I know that shit sound crazy
I'm a young nigga, these young bitches pay me
I ain't payin' for the pussy
But I'll put you on retainer
She said that's the same thing, I said no it ain't
I hit it when I want when I come through
Roll up a blunt, tell your girlfriends roll up a blunt
Yeah, all we do is fuck, yeah, all we do is fuck
Few hours later then we wake up and fuck
Gotta king me, Cartier rings on my pinky
I fuck that bitch like she was Pinky
Then I'm gettin' brain on the plane
Jet size with a big flame
Hold your horses, we crossin' borders
Pop a pill, she used to wylin'
Oh shit, I forgot your name again
Was it oh shit? Man I must be drunk again
Never sober
Like a college kid, I'm 24 should be in college, man
But I'm rich as fuck without a college, man
[Hook]
Oh My Goodness lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it
Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace
And I’m smoking all this dope, my hobby’s getting money
I count money like I’m poor, you know I already done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch I’m stunting
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this shit for me
[Verse 1:]
I'll be flexin' on niggas, just coolin', flexin’
I got my niggas, my money, my toolie
I got my car, and my house and my jewelry
Yes, flexin' on niggas, I ain't worried
Smoking tooka to the head
Come through shoot ya then you’re dead
I’m getting money fuck the feds
I'm Glo Gang, what is that?
That’s my shit, you little bitch
Let’s get rich you little bitch
Get off my dick you little bitch
And go get you a brick
Smoking TuTu that’s my opps
So much damn TuTu on my car
Counting rolls like a boss then
You know that I know
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Money machine go beep beep
Hop in my car shooting shit du-du du-du du-du beep beep
All these fuck boys wanna be me
His bitch let me fuck her cause I got racks so I hit it like bang bang, skeet, skeet
Tell that on my phone yeah
Money tatted on my mind yeah
Thirty tatted on my gun yeah
It’s time to have fun yeah
His bitch say she wanna fuck me
She really wanna fuck my money
Thought that I ain’t know
She thought that I was a dummy
Told her save that shit, baby you on that lame ass shit
I don’t play that shit
[Hook]
I got racks up in my pocket, racks up in my pocket
I got thots all in my phone calling me, bitch, stop it
Fourteen hundred for this belt, this ain’t no damn Versace
And I’m smoking all this dope, my hobby’s getting money
I count money like I’m poor, you know I already done it
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, bitch I’m stunting
Fifties, hundreds, twenties, oh my goodness
I need my money machine to count this shit for me
[Verse 1:]
I'll be flexin' on niggas, just coolin', flexin’
I got my niggas, my money, my toolie
I got my car, and my house and my jewelry
Yes, flexin' on niggas, I ain't worried
Smoking tooka to the head
Come through shoot ya then you’re dead
I’m getting money fuck the feds
I'm Glo Gang, what is that?
That’s my shit, you little bitch
Let’s get rich you little bitch
Get off my dick you little bitch
And go get you a brick
Smoking TuTu that’s my opps
So much damn TuTu on my car
Counting rolls like a boss then
You know that I know
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Money machine go beep beep
Hop in my car shooting shit du-du du-du du-du beep beep
All these fuck boys wanna be me
His bitch let me fuck her cause I got racks so I hit it like bang bang, skeet, skeet
Tell that on my phone yeah
Money tatted on my mind yeah
Thirty tatted on my gun yeah
It’s time to have fun yeah
His bitch say she wanna fuck me
She really wanna fuck my money
Thought that I ain’t know
She thought that I was a dummy
Told her save that shit, baby you on that lame ass shit
I don’t play that shit
[Hook]
Grannys lyrics - Chief Keef
[Verse 1:]
I'm smoking dope feel like Lord Farquaad
I got a hunnid in my choppa
When niggas talking, shoot 'em down, blah blah
Sosa on that crazy shit, Lady Gaga
My gun go bang bang
Money machine go beep beep
I'm smoking on this Chief Keef
He got me so tree tree
Shoot a nigga deceased
Them I'm a go to D.C
And ask Obama do he see me
He said yeah 3-D
Tryna be like Jay-Z and get the million dollar AP
20 racks in my left pocket in my right pocket 18
And fuck nigga I'm only 18
Imagine what I'm a be when Kay Kay turn 18
Ho I don't want yo cooties or ya rabies
I'm heavy artillery and niggas [?]
Got 100 shot FN's better put 30s up in yo thick ear
My niggas comin' down ya block with shit we ball for the Navy
She said ain't you Chief Keef I said yeah bitch stingily
But on the block they call me Sosa baby
Member pushin' packs I want sellin' out no bandi's
I was turnt up sellin' out my Granny's
[Hook:]
I was sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's
Sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's
[Verse 2:]
What would I be without my Louies
Since I got money don't talk too me
When I ain't have money you wasn't talkin' to me
These niggas with me they sparkin' for me
Like G's, I don't fuck with no G's
Got 50 g's in my Robin jeans
Got 27 g's in my True Religion jeans
Bitch I got cheese and got lots of cheese
Had all the guns at my Granny's house
Now I can buy Granny a house
Member posted up on front street in frontof my Granny's house
Had 300/600 front street at my Granny's house
Finna get in traffic catch a opp, we layin 'em down
My gun got the best sex, get a nigga wet wet
You smokin' on ass pack I'm smokin' on jet pack
You ain't gettin' cash boy you going through check stress
I'm off 2 flats boy feelin' like a young Batman
Bitch these Balenciaga's, I don't like Prada
I like Hermes, I don't like Ferragamo
This between me and you is that ours
Turnt up sellin' dope up out my Grandma's
[Hook:]
I was sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's
Sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's
I'm smoking dope feel like Lord Farquaad
I got a hunnid in my choppa
When niggas talking, shoot 'em down, blah blah
Sosa on that crazy shit, Lady Gaga
My gun go bang bang
Money machine go beep beep
I'm smoking on this Chief Keef
He got me so tree tree
Shoot a nigga deceased
Them I'm a go to D.C
And ask Obama do he see me
He said yeah 3-D
Tryna be like Jay-Z and get the million dollar AP
20 racks in my left pocket in my right pocket 18
And fuck nigga I'm only 18
Imagine what I'm a be when Kay Kay turn 18
Ho I don't want yo cooties or ya rabies
I'm heavy artillery and niggas [?]
Got 100 shot FN's better put 30s up in yo thick ear
My niggas comin' down ya block with shit we ball for the Navy
She said ain't you Chief Keef I said yeah bitch stingily
But on the block they call me Sosa baby
Member pushin' packs I want sellin' out no bandi's
I was turnt up sellin' out my Granny's
[Hook:]
I was sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's
Sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's
[Verse 2:]
What would I be without my Louies
Since I got money don't talk too me
When I ain't have money you wasn't talkin' to me
These niggas with me they sparkin' for me
Like G's, I don't fuck with no G's
Got 50 g's in my Robin jeans
Got 27 g's in my True Religion jeans
Bitch I got cheese and got lots of cheese
Had all the guns at my Granny's house
Now I can buy Granny a house
Member posted up on front street in frontof my Granny's house
Had 300/600 front street at my Granny's house
Finna get in traffic catch a opp, we layin 'em down
My gun got the best sex, get a nigga wet wet
You smokin' on ass pack I'm smokin' on jet pack
You ain't gettin' cash boy you going through check stress
I'm off 2 flats boy feelin' like a young Batman
Bitch these Balenciaga's, I don't like Prada
I like Hermes, I don't like Ferragamo
This between me and you is that ours
Turnt up sellin' dope up out my Grandma's
[Hook:]
I was sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's
Sellin' out my Granny's
I was sellin' out my Granny's
"Almighty DP" (2015) (with DP BEATS)
- Don't Love Her lyrics - Chief Keef
- Hot - Chief Keef
- Runnin lyrics - Chief Keef
- Asap Rocky lyrics - Chief keef
- Sleepy lyrics - Chief Keef
- Wet lyrics - Chief Keef
- TEC lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)
- On The Corner lyrics - Chief Keef
- MCM lyrics - Chief Keef
- Haten lyrics - Chief Keef
- Fool Ya lyrics - Chief Keef
- Need It lyrics - Chief Keef
- 10 Toes Down lyrics - Chief Keef
- All In lyrics - Chief Keef
Don't Love Her lyrics - Chief Keef
Bad bitch, want my number
I'ma fuck her, If I wanna
I don't wanna, I don't love her
I love the way she suck me up, but I don't trust her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I'mma love her, I don't love her
I smoke loud, smoke that thunder
You smoke that uh-uh, I don't want none
She's a runner, I don't want her
Boy, you love her, you put your trust in her
I be flexin', she be textin'
She wanna pull up, so we could be sexin'
I ain't with it, she can't forget it
She can give me top, I only got a minute
I'ma eagle, nigga fuck your pigeon
I'm like Weezy, nigga fuck your feelings
She call my phone, ring ring, I'm like "what is it?"
She like, "I'm in town and I wanna give you a visit"
Bad bitch, want my number
I'ma fuck her, If I wanna
I don't wanna, I don't love her
I love the way she suck me up, but I don't trust her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I'mma love her, I don't love her
I'ma fuck her, If I wanna
I don't wanna, I don't love her
I love the way she suck me up, but I don't trust her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I'mma love her, I don't love her
I smoke loud, smoke that thunder
You smoke that uh-uh, I don't want none
She's a runner, I don't want her
Boy, you love her, you put your trust in her
I be flexin', she be textin'
She wanna pull up, so we could be sexin'
I ain't with it, she can't forget it
She can give me top, I only got a minute
I'ma eagle, nigga fuck your pigeon
I'm like Weezy, nigga fuck your feelings
She call my phone, ring ring, I'm like "what is it?"
She like, "I'm in town and I wanna give you a visit"
Bad bitch, want my number
I'ma fuck her, If I wanna
I don't wanna, I don't love her
I love the way she suck me up, but I don't trust her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I don't love her, I don't love her
I'mma love her, I don't love her
Hot - Chief Keef
Mic check let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with
I'm coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I'm rich I still be doin' 6, everywhere, anywhere
You know I'ma rep my shit
Bandana on the choppa I Juelz my shit
I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my shit
Smokin' on this loud, you can smell my shit (dope)
Hop up out the car and you can smell my whip
I don't fuck with coochie if you can smell the shit
I don't want the coochie if she sell the shit
She say she ain't a thot, she tellin' fairy tails and shit
I pull up on your block and I hear yells and shit
See, I got verses, but bitch I don't got 'em for the low
She said she love me, but baby ain't retarded though
I just hit the earth, drop in my veins to let you know
I just rolled 3 grams in that thing from Texaco
When I pull up, you know I be TNT (Too Turnt)
Hop out and I be chiefing keef
Mic check let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with
I'm coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I'm rich I still be doin' 6, everywhere, anywhere
You know I'ma rep my shit
Bandana on the choppa I Juelz my shit
I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my shit
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with
I'm coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I'm rich I still be doin' 6, everywhere, anywhere
You know I'ma rep my shit
Bandana on the choppa I Juelz my shit
I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my shit
Smokin' on this loud, you can smell my shit (dope)
Hop up out the car and you can smell my whip
I don't fuck with coochie if you can smell the shit
I don't want the coochie if she sell the shit
She say she ain't a thot, she tellin' fairy tails and shit
I pull up on your block and I hear yells and shit
See, I got verses, but bitch I don't got 'em for the low
She said she love me, but baby ain't retarded though
I just hit the earth, drop in my veins to let you know
I just rolled 3 grams in that thing from Texaco
When I pull up, you know I be TNT (Too Turnt)
Hop out and I be chiefing keef
Mic check let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with
I'm coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I'm rich I still be doin' 6, everywhere, anywhere
You know I'ma rep my shit
Bandana on the choppa I Juelz my shit
I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my shit
Runnin lyrics - Chief Keef
Sosa where you going? To the money
Runnin' to it, bitch I'm runnin' like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred
Million yea, bitch I want it
Baby, I can take you on the island
I ain't talkin' Stony
How you just keep in it floating?
Baby I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby I be pistol toting, got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast she like boy slow it
I'm like okay baby I'm gone floor it
She like boy that's a hundred mill on the table
I'm like I know it
Jewelry blingin, bitch I show it
They like boy you gettin' bloated
I'm too turnt yeah bitch I'm loaded
And my style this nigga stole it
Choppa come through wrestling Mick Foley
Bitches like oh god I'm gloly
I remember when I ain't have nothin'
I woke up like oh god I'm gloly
There go the damn police
I'm gone get up out here slowly
Baby I got on a Breitling
I could buy you a damn rollie
Cause if I bought hoes anything
I be ballin' out now you know it
I done gave yo ass a chance
You done fucked around and blowed it
I get money just as fast as the damn stores did
Ion't need Shaq, I ball like I am Kobe
Ion't need Yao, I ball like I am McGrady
Just call me when you talkin money
Swear I am money brazy
Sosa where you going? To the money
Runnin' to it, bitch I'm runnin' like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred
Million yea, bitch I want it
Baby, I can take you on the island
I ain't talkin' Stony
How you just keep in it floating?
Baby I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby I be pistol toting, got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast she like boy slow it
I'm like okay baby I'm gone floor it
She like boy that's a hundred mill on the table
I'm like I know it
Sosa where you going? To the money
Runnin' to it, bitch I'm runnin' like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred
Million yea, bitch I want it
Baby, I can take you on the island
I ain't talkin' Stony
How you just keep in it floating?
Baby I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby I be pistol toting, got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast she like boy slow it
I'm like okay baby I'm gone floor it
She like boy that's a hundred mill on the table
I'm like I know it
Runnin' to it, bitch I'm runnin' like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred
Million yea, bitch I want it
Baby, I can take you on the island
I ain't talkin' Stony
How you just keep in it floating?
Baby I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby I be pistol toting, got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast she like boy slow it
I'm like okay baby I'm gone floor it
She like boy that's a hundred mill on the table
I'm like I know it
Jewelry blingin, bitch I show it
They like boy you gettin' bloated
I'm too turnt yeah bitch I'm loaded
And my style this nigga stole it
Choppa come through wrestling Mick Foley
Bitches like oh god I'm gloly
I remember when I ain't have nothin'
I woke up like oh god I'm gloly
There go the damn police
I'm gone get up out here slowly
Baby I got on a Breitling
I could buy you a damn rollie
Cause if I bought hoes anything
I be ballin' out now you know it
I done gave yo ass a chance
You done fucked around and blowed it
I get money just as fast as the damn stores did
Ion't need Shaq, I ball like I am Kobe
Ion't need Yao, I ball like I am McGrady
Just call me when you talkin money
Swear I am money brazy
Sosa where you going? To the money
Runnin' to it, bitch I'm runnin' like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred
Million yea, bitch I want it
Baby, I can take you on the island
I ain't talkin' Stony
How you just keep in it floating?
Baby I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby I be pistol toting, got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast she like boy slow it
I'm like okay baby I'm gone floor it
She like boy that's a hundred mill on the table
I'm like I know it
Sosa where you going? To the money
Runnin' to it, bitch I'm runnin' like I got on cleats
Pull up, stuntin' like I'm going to luncheon
You call my phone, you talkin' a hundred
Million yea, bitch I want it
Baby, I can take you on the island
I ain't talkin' Stony
How you just keep in it floating?
Baby I can buy you a new sew-in
Baby I be pistol toting, got my pistol and you know it
I go too fast she like boy slow it
I'm like okay baby I'm gone floor it
She like boy that's a hundred mill on the table
I'm like I know it
Asap Rocky lyrics - Chief keef
Niggas gon' get ASAP poppied, nigga
Rocky, nigga
Bang! Bang! Bang!
[Hook:]
Nigga where my money? Need it ASAP Rocky
And we got them pistols, get it ASAP poppin'
Nigga want beef, then it's ASAP Rocky
Pull up on 'em, shhh, get to ASAP sparkin'
Nigga, we can do this ASAP doggy
Pull up on your ass with this ASAP doggy
I remember selling ASAP Rocky, now I be getting ASAP guapy
Shawty wanna talk, ASAP Rock
And she from Hawaii, we just started talkin'
But I don't give a fuck, back to the money
Walked up in the bank, walk out, laugh, and it's funny
I remember serving junkies, now I'm getting Rocky
ASAP Rocky, pull up on 'em, getting poppied
This bitch pull up on me, treat my dick like I was Sochi
Cuz I be counting guapy, ballin' is my hobby
Runnin' round the lobby, ASAP Rocky
Pullin' all the thotties, the thotties with the bodies
Gold teeth, white diamonds, ASAP Rocky
I been getting money, 'member running from this squally
[Hook:]
Nigga where my money? Need it ASAP Rocky
And we got them pistols, get it ASAP poppin'
Nigga want beef, then it's ASAP Rocky
Pull up on 'em, shhh, get to ASAP sparkin'
Nigga, we can do this ASAP doggy
Pull up on your ass with this ASAP doggy
I remember selling ASAP Rocky, now I be getting ASAP guapy
I be by pesos, ASAP Rocky
Nigga wanna send shots, nigga SWAT me, nigga
Got my gun, got bullets for everybody
We can do this ASAP Rocky
We can do this ASAP Ferg
Nigga I got ASAP birds
I ain't talkin' bricks, I'm talking Lugers
If you want it, I pull up, do you the worst
What you want? I gotta pull up on the curb
Street slanging, straight birds, so absurd
You missed yourself, and it's you pussy you get stirred
Pistols bangin', we don't talk, we don't [?]
[Hook:]
Nigga where my money? Need it ASAP Rocky
And we got them pistols, get it ASAP poppin'
Nigga want beef, then it's ASAP Rocky
Pull up on 'em, shhh, get to ASAP sparkin'
Nigga, we can do this ASAP doggy
Pull up on your ass with this ASAP doggy
I remember selling ASAP Rocky, now I be getting ASAP guapy
Rocky, nigga
Bang! Bang! Bang!
[Hook:]
Nigga where my money? Need it ASAP Rocky
And we got them pistols, get it ASAP poppin'
Nigga want beef, then it's ASAP Rocky
Pull up on 'em, shhh, get to ASAP sparkin'
Nigga, we can do this ASAP doggy
Pull up on your ass with this ASAP doggy
I remember selling ASAP Rocky, now I be getting ASAP guapy
Shawty wanna talk, ASAP Rock
And she from Hawaii, we just started talkin'
But I don't give a fuck, back to the money
Walked up in the bank, walk out, laugh, and it's funny
I remember serving junkies, now I'm getting Rocky
ASAP Rocky, pull up on 'em, getting poppied
This bitch pull up on me, treat my dick like I was Sochi
Cuz I be counting guapy, ballin' is my hobby
Runnin' round the lobby, ASAP Rocky
Pullin' all the thotties, the thotties with the bodies
Gold teeth, white diamonds, ASAP Rocky
I been getting money, 'member running from this squally
[Hook:]
Nigga where my money? Need it ASAP Rocky
And we got them pistols, get it ASAP poppin'
Nigga want beef, then it's ASAP Rocky
Pull up on 'em, shhh, get to ASAP sparkin'
Nigga, we can do this ASAP doggy
Pull up on your ass with this ASAP doggy
I remember selling ASAP Rocky, now I be getting ASAP guapy
I be by pesos, ASAP Rocky
Nigga wanna send shots, nigga SWAT me, nigga
Got my gun, got bullets for everybody
We can do this ASAP Rocky
We can do this ASAP Ferg
Nigga I got ASAP birds
I ain't talkin' bricks, I'm talking Lugers
If you want it, I pull up, do you the worst
What you want? I gotta pull up on the curb
Street slanging, straight birds, so absurd
You missed yourself, and it's you pussy you get stirred
Pistols bangin', we don't talk, we don't [?]
[Hook:]
Nigga where my money? Need it ASAP Rocky
And we got them pistols, get it ASAP poppin'
Nigga want beef, then it's ASAP Rocky
Pull up on 'em, shhh, get to ASAP sparkin'
Nigga, we can do this ASAP doggy
Pull up on your ass with this ASAP doggy
I remember selling ASAP Rocky, now I be getting ASAP guapy
Sleepy lyrics - Chief Keef
I am sleepy, I am sleepy
I am sleepy, drank is sleep
But, I ain't gon' go to sleep, cuz I am greedy
Where that money, gotta get them ffff beep-beep's
Don't watch me, nigga watch T.V
Are you sleepy?, I am sleepy
I be up day and night, cuz I am greedy
Keep that check up in my car, and I'm fleein'
Dope got me tweekin', xans got you sleepin'
Nigga, no sleepin', dope got me reekin'
This thot Puerto Rican, that's what she speekin'
Me, I talk money, that's what I be speakin'
Niggas diss sneakin', ride around with heaters
I don't like speaking, I don't want a feature
Bye, bye, Felicia, I can fuck my teacher
Niggas talkin' tweekin', I'm a fuckin' tweeker
I'm the Grim Reaper, I'm soo fuckin' evil
My reefer is a keeper, I smoke it, get tree treed up
You's a fuckin' tweeter, me llamo Pistol Keeper
I'm ridin' with my heather, I'm a glo gang frontstreeter
I am sleepy, I am sleepy
I am sleepy, drank is sleep
But, I ain't gon' go to sleep, cuz I am greedy
Where that money, gotta get them ffff beep-beep's
Don't watch me, nigga watch T.V
Are you sleepy?, I am sleepy
I be up day and night, cuz I am greedy
Keep that check up in my car, and I'm fleein'
I am sleepy, drank is sleep
But, I ain't gon' go to sleep, cuz I am greedy
Where that money, gotta get them ffff beep-beep's
Don't watch me, nigga watch T.V
Are you sleepy?, I am sleepy
I be up day and night, cuz I am greedy
Keep that check up in my car, and I'm fleein'
Dope got me tweekin', xans got you sleepin'
Nigga, no sleepin', dope got me reekin'
This thot Puerto Rican, that's what she speekin'
Me, I talk money, that's what I be speakin'
Niggas diss sneakin', ride around with heaters
I don't like speaking, I don't want a feature
Bye, bye, Felicia, I can fuck my teacher
Niggas talkin' tweekin', I'm a fuckin' tweeker
I'm the Grim Reaper, I'm soo fuckin' evil
My reefer is a keeper, I smoke it, get tree treed up
You's a fuckin' tweeter, me llamo Pistol Keeper
I'm ridin' with my heather, I'm a glo gang frontstreeter
I am sleepy, I am sleepy
I am sleepy, drank is sleep
But, I ain't gon' go to sleep, cuz I am greedy
Where that money, gotta get them ffff beep-beep's
Don't watch me, nigga watch T.V
Are you sleepy?, I am sleepy
I be up day and night, cuz I am greedy
Keep that check up in my car, and I'm fleein'
Wet lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
I get a nigga wet, get a bitch wet
I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
Say I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
And I get a nigga wet, and I get a nitch wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
And that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
I say that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
And that's wet and that's that
I just bought a new click-clack, and it's wet
And if wet means this that fucking 30
It's that fucking thing with 30 in it
Click-clack let that fuckin' 30 bang
My thot said she be havin' wet dreams
I'm somewhere dreaming sippin' on a pint
You think you rollin' cause you sippin' on a K
Who that there? It's a bird it's a plane
Pull up on the curb and then I slang
Now I got keys to the Phantom
Now I got some keys to my mansion
She wanna fuck me cause she say she wet
I'm smokin' lovely feel like I'm the best
Boy disrespect me you gon' get wet
I'm flexin' on niggas like Ben Frank
[Hook:]
I get a nigga wet, get a bitch wet
I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
Say I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
And I get a nigga wet, and I get a nitch wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
And that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
I say that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
I done got my dope wet, where the dope at
Don't want my old hoes back, where the hoes at
Where the thots at, I got the thot pack
It's a gamble with your life, where my pot at
He don't want to get wet, what kind of shit is that
Nina gonna get you wet, cause she made for that
Run up in yo house wet
A young nigga from the projects
That bitch ask where I'm going, I said to the top
That bitch ask what I'm doing, I said getting gwap
That bitch wanna know too much, she wanna know my spot
She wanna know where I hang out, she wanna count my gwap
But she can't cause I don't trust no one
I got my gun I ain't for no one
What you wet bitch, wanna know where I'm at bitch
I got trust issues right along with my gat bitch
I get a nigga wet, get a bitch wet
I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
Say I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
And I get a nigga wet, and I get a nitch wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
And that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
I say that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
And that's wet and that's that
I just bought a new click-clack, and it's wet
And if wet means this that fucking 30
It's that fucking thing with 30 in it
Click-clack let that fuckin' 30 bang
My thot said she be havin' wet dreams
I'm somewhere dreaming sippin' on a pint
You think you rollin' cause you sippin' on a K
Who that there? It's a bird it's a plane
Pull up on the curb and then I slang
Now I got keys to the Phantom
Now I got some keys to my mansion
She wanna fuck me cause she say she wet
I'm smokin' lovely feel like I'm the best
Boy disrespect me you gon' get wet
I'm flexin' on niggas like Ben Frank
[Hook:]
I get a nigga wet, get a bitch wet
I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
Say I get a nigga wet, and I get a bitch wet
And I get a nigga wet, and I get a nitch wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
And that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
If that nigga act up, then he gettin' wet
I say that bitch she wanna fuck, cause she gettin' wet
I done got my dope wet, where the dope at
Don't want my old hoes back, where the hoes at
Where the thots at, I got the thot pack
It's a gamble with your life, where my pot at
He don't want to get wet, what kind of shit is that
Nina gonna get you wet, cause she made for that
Run up in yo house wet
A young nigga from the projects
That bitch ask where I'm going, I said to the top
That bitch ask what I'm doing, I said getting gwap
That bitch wanna know too much, she wanna know my spot
She wanna know where I hang out, she wanna count my gwap
But she can't cause I don't trust no one
I got my gun I ain't for no one
What you wet bitch, wanna know where I'm at bitch
I got trust issues right along with my gat bitch
TEC lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)
Damn Sosa
No one smokes weed out here on the-
On the corner, no one smokes it like you man!
You smoke trees all day? These mother fuckers don’t know what they're doing
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner tote a strap like Sosa
No one on the corner let it clap like Sosa
No one on the corner make it happen like Sosa
No one on the corner is da captin' like Sosa
Ridin' and the hoes act up hyped though
Wherever Benji go, thats where I glo
Seen too many hoes, get too many hoes
No one on the corner got it like Sosa
Flexin on these niggas bet they like Sosa
Smokin Ganja nigga never light hoes
I'm a handy man I let the pipe go
If you scared nigga read a bible
[Hook:]
No one on the co[Hook x2:]
Boy hold my jewelry it's a pound
Brick on my wrist right now
And I'm finna go and scoop ya bitch
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks
Finna pull up on my ex
Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad
"I ain't got no fucking type of respect
But I heard you get respect with TEC"
D-Moe go grab the pound
Thots coming over to suck us right now
Roll up let's get high
Smoke a nigga frown
Let 'em come up in this fucking house
Pistol to his motherfucking mouth
I told him "watch this motherfucking mouth"
Who the fuck talking now?
Flexin, look at my muscle (look at my motherfuckin' muscle)
My truck got a muscle (truck got a motherfuckin' muscle)
It ain't American, it's foreign
My bitch ain't American, she foreign
She is from Dubai
I got that check, then I flew by I roll by
Didn't stop for nobody
I don't fuck with nobody
I'll hop out and fuck your body and your party
We'll come through, shoot your party
Who told you to party? Not GloGang
Fuck boy you is a no name
[Hook x2:]
Boy hold my jewelry it's a pound
Brick on my wrist right now
And I'm finna go and scoop ya bitch
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks
Finna pull up on my ex
Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad
"I ain't got no fucking type of respect
But I heard you get respect with TEC"
I just bought a chopper let's do a hit
You wife for us, she doing dicks
I got a .30 with a stick
I'm Glo Gang, we hella rich
These niggas hate but niggas bitches
These niggas tellin, niggas snitches
And you know snitches they get stitches
Pulling up and you get digits
Talking numbers, hunnid rounds
Catch you lacking it's man down
When I kill you, Ima frown
Ain't no fucking laughing or playing around
rner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner get money like Sosa
No one on the corner got them hundreds like Sosa
No one on the corner rock shows like Sosa
No one on the corner rock hoes like Sosa
Like Sosa, like Sosa, these bitches love Sosa
If you're fine, you get closer and closer
These niggas hate Sosa
Its okay, I'm a put them thangs on ya!
Gas and then you're the first to flame on ya
Volcano your ass, King Kong ya
The choppa come through red flame on ya
Who got some moves on the corner?
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one smokes weed out here on the-
On the corner, no one smokes it like you man!
You smoke trees all day? These mother fuckers don’t know what they're doing
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner tote a strap like Sosa
No one on the corner let it clap like Sosa
No one on the corner make it happen like Sosa
No one on the corner is da captin' like Sosa
Ridin' and the hoes act up hyped though
Wherever Benji go, thats where I glo
Seen too many hoes, get too many hoes
No one on the corner got it like Sosa
Flexin on these niggas bet they like Sosa
Smokin Ganja nigga never light hoes
I'm a handy man I let the pipe go
If you scared nigga read a bible
[Hook:]
No one on the co[Hook x2:]
Boy hold my jewelry it's a pound
Brick on my wrist right now
And I'm finna go and scoop ya bitch
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks
Finna pull up on my ex
Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad
"I ain't got no fucking type of respect
But I heard you get respect with TEC"
D-Moe go grab the pound
Thots coming over to suck us right now
Roll up let's get high
Smoke a nigga frown
Let 'em come up in this fucking house
Pistol to his motherfucking mouth
I told him "watch this motherfucking mouth"
Who the fuck talking now?
Flexin, look at my muscle (look at my motherfuckin' muscle)
My truck got a muscle (truck got a motherfuckin' muscle)
It ain't American, it's foreign
My bitch ain't American, she foreign
She is from Dubai
I got that check, then I flew by I roll by
Didn't stop for nobody
I don't fuck with nobody
I'll hop out and fuck your body and your party
We'll come through, shoot your party
Who told you to party? Not GloGang
Fuck boy you is a no name
[Hook x2:]
Boy hold my jewelry it's a pound
Brick on my wrist right now
And I'm finna go and scoop ya bitch
And I'm finna go and scoop some kicks
Finna pull up on my ex
Pull up on my ex make that bitch mad
"I ain't got no fucking type of respect
But I heard you get respect with TEC"
I just bought a chopper let's do a hit
You wife for us, she doing dicks
I got a .30 with a stick
I'm Glo Gang, we hella rich
These niggas hate but niggas bitches
These niggas tellin, niggas snitches
And you know snitches they get stitches
Pulling up and you get digits
Talking numbers, hunnid rounds
Catch you lacking it's man down
When I kill you, Ima frown
Ain't no fucking laughing or playing around
rner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner get money like Sosa
No one on the corner got them hundreds like Sosa
No one on the corner rock shows like Sosa
No one on the corner rock hoes like Sosa
Like Sosa, like Sosa, these bitches love Sosa
If you're fine, you get closer and closer
These niggas hate Sosa
Its okay, I'm a put them thangs on ya!
Gas and then you're the first to flame on ya
Volcano your ass, King Kong ya
The choppa come through red flame on ya
Who got some moves on the corner?
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
On The Corner lyrics - Chief Keef
Damn Sosa
No one smokes weed out here on the-
On the corner, no one smokes it like you man!
You smoke trees all day? These mother fuckers don’t know what they're doing
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner tote a strap like Sosa
No one on the corner let it clap like Sosa
No one on the corner make it happen like Sosa
No one on the corner is da captin' like Sosa
Ridin' and the hoes act up hyped though
Wherever Benji go, thats where I glo
Seen too many hoes, get too many hoes
No one on the corner got it like Sosa
Flexin on these niggas bet they like Sosa
Smokin Ganja nigga never light hoes
I'm a handy man I let the pipe go
If you scared nigga read a bible
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner get money like Sosa
No one on the corner got them hundreds like Sosa
No one on the corner rock shows like Sosa
No one on the corner rock hoes like Sosa
Like Sosa, like Sosa, these bitches love Sosa
If you're fine, you get closer and closer
These niggas hate Sosa
Its okay, I'm a put them thangs on ya!
Gas and then you're the first to flame on ya
Volcano your ass, King Kong ya
The choppa come through red flame on ya
Who got some moves on the corner?
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one smokes weed out here on the-
On the corner, no one smokes it like you man!
You smoke trees all day? These mother fuckers don’t know what they're doing
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner tote a strap like Sosa
No one on the corner let it clap like Sosa
No one on the corner make it happen like Sosa
No one on the corner is da captin' like Sosa
Ridin' and the hoes act up hyped though
Wherever Benji go, thats where I glo
Seen too many hoes, get too many hoes
No one on the corner got it like Sosa
Flexin on these niggas bet they like Sosa
Smokin Ganja nigga never light hoes
I'm a handy man I let the pipe go
If you scared nigga read a bible
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
No one on the corner get money like Sosa
No one on the corner got them hundreds like Sosa
No one on the corner rock shows like Sosa
No one on the corner rock hoes like Sosa
Like Sosa, like Sosa, these bitches love Sosa
If you're fine, you get closer and closer
These niggas hate Sosa
Its okay, I'm a put them thangs on ya!
Gas and then you're the first to flame on ya
Volcano your ass, King Kong ya
The choppa come through red flame on ya
Who got some moves on the corner?
[Hook:]
No one on the corner got swag like us, like us
No one on the corner swag like us
No one on the corner tote, fucking traps like us
No one on the corner gonna get a bag like us
No one on the corner tote jocks like me
No one on the corner let it pop like me
No one on the corner
I swear no one on the corner
MCM lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
She say that I'm her MCM (girl you lyin)
But I dont wear no MCM (no I don't)
All I wear is hermes when I do (I spend 15 bands)
Ridin' on, flexin' on you (like skr skr skr, skr skr skr)
She posted me up as her MCM (as her MCM)
But I dont wear no MCM (I dont wear no fuckin MCM)
I spend 20 hundreds when I do (20 hundreds when I do)
Bitch I'm cold bitch I'm sick got the flu (bitch I'm sick got the flu)
She say I'm her MCM I be stuntin'
She say I'm her MCM I be swaggin' (swaggin swag)
Hop up in my car and then I drive it
I mean I dont drive it I ride it fast
Put my feet to the gas
Smokin' on this gas
Put your shit in the trash
Shawty know that I'm the man
Seen my ice she like damn
Baby I dont need no fan
She seen my car she like damn
[Hook:]
She say that I'm her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
All I wear is hermes when I do
Ridin' on, flexin' on you
She posted me up as her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
I spend 20 hundreds when I do
Bitch I'm cold bitch I'm sick got the flu
MCM, MCM, baby why am I your MCM?
Tell me now, tell me now
I dont ball bitch I [?]
I dont fuck please dont let me down
Im on point bitch on every sound
Ima fly up you take the levi down
Always in something foreign I'm heavy now
Spend 50,000 in true religion
You spend 10,000 think you the shited
It's Luois Vuitton for my luoreligion
They had Gucci for my gureligion
[Hook:]
She say that I'm her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
All I wear is hermes when I do
Ridin' on, flexin' on you
She posted me up as her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
I spend 20 hundreds when I do
Bitch I'm cold bitch I'm sick got the flu
She say that I'm her MCM (girl you lyin)
But I dont wear no MCM (no I don't)
All I wear is hermes when I do (I spend 15 bands)
Ridin' on, flexin' on you (like skr skr skr, skr skr skr)
She posted me up as her MCM (as her MCM)
But I dont wear no MCM (I dont wear no fuckin MCM)
I spend 20 hundreds when I do (20 hundreds when I do)
Bitch I'm cold bitch I'm sick got the flu (bitch I'm sick got the flu)
She say I'm her MCM I be stuntin'
She say I'm her MCM I be swaggin' (swaggin swag)
Hop up in my car and then I drive it
I mean I dont drive it I ride it fast
Put my feet to the gas
Smokin' on this gas
Put your shit in the trash
Shawty know that I'm the man
Seen my ice she like damn
Baby I dont need no fan
She seen my car she like damn
[Hook:]
She say that I'm her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
All I wear is hermes when I do
Ridin' on, flexin' on you
She posted me up as her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
I spend 20 hundreds when I do
Bitch I'm cold bitch I'm sick got the flu
MCM, MCM, baby why am I your MCM?
Tell me now, tell me now
I dont ball bitch I [?]
I dont fuck please dont let me down
Im on point bitch on every sound
Ima fly up you take the levi down
Always in something foreign I'm heavy now
Spend 50,000 in true religion
You spend 10,000 think you the shited
It's Luois Vuitton for my luoreligion
They had Gucci for my gureligion
[Hook:]
She say that I'm her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
All I wear is hermes when I do
Ridin' on, flexin' on you
She posted me up as her MCM
But I dont wear no MCM
I spend 20 hundreds when I do
Bitch I'm cold bitch I'm sick got the flu
Haten lyrics - Chief Keef
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They yayughu ugh een gone
All of my bling on
My watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Well I got money all up in my pores
Bitches all up in my phone
Niggas start to haten, and then stop participatin'
Then gon' get it gon' get it on
Bitch I spent four checks on my own
Pulled up flexin' on the low
Remember taking dope money back like, “Ay sir I'm Shawn.”
What the fuck you thought?
I had to go get me some gwap
I don’t like no snow
I had to go get me a loan
These niggas come through before
Me, I come through more hard
[?]
This is where I'm hot
Need some M&Millions, I like Chocolate
Peel up with no ceilings on, I think that I'm hot
I think that I'm Wayne, big timers blang blang
[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Air force ones, with no socks
Remember having rocks in my socks
Bitch I got my jewelry that I dont even wear but I'm a put it on and get hot
All these fuck niggas jealous, they don’t want me to kill it. They dont give a fuck if I flop!
But I'm a keep on killin', I'm a keep me Millin' I'm a straight go chase that gwap!
Pull up smoking skunk to the skunk
Shawty got some junk in the trunk
And these niggas keep on haten but I dont give a mother fucking fuck to the fuck!
Sneak dissin' like what to the what?
Im like huh to the huh?
I'm just getting money that’s it homie duh duh duh duh duh
Ayyy 110 in a 55 now running from the cops
She say I got style, baby I get that a lot
I get that a lot
I get that a lot
[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Smoking on the strong
They yayughu ugh een gone
All of my bling on
My watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Well I got money all up in my pores
Bitches all up in my phone
Niggas start to haten, and then stop participatin'
Then gon' get it gon' get it on
Bitch I spent four checks on my own
Pulled up flexin' on the low
Remember taking dope money back like, “Ay sir I'm Shawn.”
What the fuck you thought?
I had to go get me some gwap
I don’t like no snow
I had to go get me a loan
These niggas come through before
Me, I come through more hard
[?]
This is where I'm hot
Need some M&Millions, I like Chocolate
Peel up with no ceilings on, I think that I'm hot
I think that I'm Wayne, big timers blang blang
[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Air force ones, with no socks
Remember having rocks in my socks
Bitch I got my jewelry that I dont even wear but I'm a put it on and get hot
All these fuck niggas jealous, they don’t want me to kill it. They dont give a fuck if I flop!
But I'm a keep on killin', I'm a keep me Millin' I'm a straight go chase that gwap!
Pull up smoking skunk to the skunk
Shawty got some junk in the trunk
And these niggas keep on haten but I dont give a mother fucking fuck to the fuck!
Sneak dissin' like what to the what?
Im like huh to the huh?
I'm just getting money that’s it homie duh duh duh duh duh
Ayyy 110 in a 55 now running from the cops
She say I got style, baby I get that a lot
I get that a lot
I get that a lot
[Hook:]
All of my bling on
Smoking on the strong
They like, “Sosa where you been?”
I've been getting money, “you've been gone.”
Come back with my watch on
And my chain on
And my gwap on
Getting my bawss on
They be haten. [x5]
They be haten. [x5]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Hate
Haten. [x4]
Fool Ya lyrics - Chief Keef
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Bang Bang Bang!
Doh, doh doh doh
Skert, skert, skert
(DP on the beat)
Hundred for the one's and two hundred for my...
[Hook:]
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That's your box of bullets
Shoot 'em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla
With my ruger
Smoking Tooka
In my beamer
I'm a fool
Pull up on ya
Pull up to ya
Switch cars
Did I fool ya?
Pull up in that 'Rari, hallelujah
Then I hop up in my Beemer just to fool ya
Fool your bitch, I pull up in that fucking Hummer
Hummer H2 bitch, nah this ain't no scooter
It go faster than a Harley
Someone please pass me the damn Molly
Even though I don't smoke with nobody
I don't need no bodyguard I got my body
Got my Tommy
Shoot this shit right up at your tummy
Now you're looking like a zombie
Trying to get help but you couldn't find it
My Beemer colored soo woo ravioli
'Member when I used to eat ravioli?
Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony
Anything she want, you know I'm on it
That money I be on it
I ain't got no business sitting on it
I just got some business with getting money
You ain't talking money, that shit phony
[Hook:]
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That's your box of bullets
Shoot 'em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla
With my ruger
Smoking Tooka
In my beamer
I'm a fool
Pull up on ya
Pull up to ya
Switch cars
Did I fool ya?
So we're coolin' in my mansion
Holding your bitch for randsom
How much you got to get her back fam
She ain't worth shit so I hope you got a bounty
Boy I heard your belt Versace
I got 50 times Versace in my pocket
Money be my logic
So you know I'm all about it
Bang Bang Bang!
Doh, doh doh doh
Skert, skert, skert
(DP on the beat)
Hundred for the one's and two hundred for my...
[Hook:]
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That's your box of bullets
Shoot 'em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla
With my ruger
Smoking Tooka
In my beamer
I'm a fool
Pull up on ya
Pull up to ya
Switch cars
Did I fool ya?
Pull up in that 'Rari, hallelujah
Then I hop up in my Beemer just to fool ya
Fool your bitch, I pull up in that fucking Hummer
Hummer H2 bitch, nah this ain't no scooter
It go faster than a Harley
Someone please pass me the damn Molly
Even though I don't smoke with nobody
I don't need no bodyguard I got my body
Got my Tommy
Shoot this shit right up at your tummy
Now you're looking like a zombie
Trying to get help but you couldn't find it
My Beemer colored soo woo ravioli
'Member when I used to eat ravioli?
Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony
Anything she want, you know I'm on it
That money I be on it
I ain't got no business sitting on it
I just got some business with getting money
You ain't talking money, that shit phony
[Hook:]
I paid hundred for the ones
And two hundred for my gun
Paid a hundred for the drum
Just to go up in my gun
Paid fifty for some bullets
That's your box of bullets
Shoot 'em at your stomach
And shoot at your medulla
With my ruger
Smoking Tooka
In my beamer
I'm a fool
Pull up on ya
Pull up to ya
Switch cars
Did I fool ya?
So we're coolin' in my mansion
Holding your bitch for randsom
How much you got to get her back fam
She ain't worth shit so I hope you got a bounty
Boy I heard your belt Versace
I got 50 times Versace in my pocket
Money be my logic
So you know I'm all about it
Need It lyrics - Chief Keef
I'm weeded
No stressing girl nata I'm weeded
Yeah thats cool [x4]
I fucked her on top of temp
[Hook:]
I fucked her on top of tempedic (temperpedic)
Tryna' stress me girl, nata I don't need it
No stressing no nata I'm weeded
Interest me if not I will be leaving [x2]
He flexin' like I'm not, I don't believe it
Check out my watch check out his watch is his singin'?
These lessons I'm teaching, they taught me it
God blessed me, I'm flexing, walking it
Pull up for that money I'm walking it
Pulled your thot I catch her im freezin'[?]
I live this no I'm not talking it
That money yeah I be stalking it
Got your bitch, I'm in ice, freezin'
Left with your heat if you are with it
Please do not ig or tweet it
The feds watching I do no snitchin'
I spend money, I do no bitchin'
I make money, I use no kitchens
Niggas washed up and I'll do those dishes
I'm tucked up and I need more tension
That thot I fucked her, she's in love
Shes like "no Chief Keef he's a drug"
Cops like "no Chief Keef he's a thug"
Niggas like "Chief Keef no he's a scrub"
But I'm countin' benjis no bucks
And thots I'm fuckin' plenty so what
I'll be like don't let me get no pennies or ones
Is you william just like wendy or what
[Hook:]
I fucked her on top of tempedic
Tryna' stress me girl, nata I don't need it
No stressing no nata I'm weeded
Interest me if not I will be leaving [x2]
He flexin' like I'm not, I don't believe it
Check out my watch check out his watch is his singin'?
These lessons I'm teaching, they taught me it
God blessed me, I'm flexing, walking it
No stressing girl nata I'm weeded
Yeah thats cool [x4]
I fucked her on top of temp
[Hook:]
I fucked her on top of tempedic (temperpedic)
Tryna' stress me girl, nata I don't need it
No stressing no nata I'm weeded
Interest me if not I will be leaving [x2]
He flexin' like I'm not, I don't believe it
Check out my watch check out his watch is his singin'?
These lessons I'm teaching, they taught me it
God blessed me, I'm flexing, walking it
Pull up for that money I'm walking it
Pulled your thot I catch her im freezin'[?]
I live this no I'm not talking it
That money yeah I be stalking it
Got your bitch, I'm in ice, freezin'
Left with your heat if you are with it
Please do not ig or tweet it
The feds watching I do no snitchin'
I spend money, I do no bitchin'
I make money, I use no kitchens
Niggas washed up and I'll do those dishes
I'm tucked up and I need more tension
That thot I fucked her, she's in love
Shes like "no Chief Keef he's a drug"
Cops like "no Chief Keef he's a thug"
Niggas like "Chief Keef no he's a scrub"
But I'm countin' benjis no bucks
And thots I'm fuckin' plenty so what
I'll be like don't let me get no pennies or ones
Is you william just like wendy or what
[Hook:]
I fucked her on top of tempedic
Tryna' stress me girl, nata I don't need it
No stressing no nata I'm weeded
Interest me if not I will be leaving [x2]
He flexin' like I'm not, I don't believe it
Check out my watch check out his watch is his singin'?
These lessons I'm teaching, they taught me it
God blessed me, I'm flexing, walking it
10 Toes Down lyrics - Chief Keef
Need to be happy...
[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me
What's on my line, that “ffffffffrrrr beeeep"
They be callin' all the time
Bang bang, what's that, my gun
I up this mothafucka, blew it, make him run, better run
Little Gump, run Forrest, run
3 grams in the blunt, we have 1 on 1
I love gettin' money, and I know you know it man
Yeah I like Nina shootin', why the fuck you hold it in
I walk in and break the bank, then walk out and close you in
What the fuck you lookin' at, I swear I don't know you man
I'm sayin' I'ma a Glo man, I don't need no tan
I pull up, hop out, standin' in my stance
[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me
Skrrt pullin' off, I'm so raw
Ha-ha high a lot, ruff ruff I'm a dog
Chh-chh go my paws
Cause these fuckas itch a lot
Bitch I got my bong, I don't want you, take me home
I be smokin' skunk, got it from the loft
'Member sellin' junkies, now I gotten dope
'Member red monkeys, closet full of Trues
If you lookin' for me, I'm probably on the news
One plus two, that equals a few
I want ten times 500,000 cool
I pull up rude, my jewelry du-du
Brick and balony in my pocket, Milonakis stew
[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me
[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me
What's on my line, that “ffffffffrrrr beeeep"
They be callin' all the time
Bang bang, what's that, my gun
I up this mothafucka, blew it, make him run, better run
Little Gump, run Forrest, run
3 grams in the blunt, we have 1 on 1
I love gettin' money, and I know you know it man
Yeah I like Nina shootin', why the fuck you hold it in
I walk in and break the bank, then walk out and close you in
What the fuck you lookin' at, I swear I don't know you man
I'm sayin' I'ma a Glo man, I don't need no tan
I pull up, hop out, standin' in my stance
[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me
Skrrt pullin' off, I'm so raw
Ha-ha high a lot, ruff ruff I'm a dog
Chh-chh go my paws
Cause these fuckas itch a lot
Bitch I got my bong, I don't want you, take me home
I be smokin' skunk, got it from the loft
'Member sellin' junkies, now I gotten dope
'Member red monkeys, closet full of Trues
If you lookin' for me, I'm probably on the news
One plus two, that equals a few
I want ten times 500,000 cool
I pull up rude, my jewelry du-du
Brick and balony in my pocket, Milonakis stew
[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me
All In lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
All in, all in
If you tossing money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But as long as it keeps coming I am all in
Aww damn
Just got some guns and some balls yeaa
Never wanna hear all in
That mac and tec be cousins
They be bussin, they cussin
Toolie out im like fuck it
Unless the police come I won't tuck it for nothing
Heard niggas on that fuck shit
Click clack this nina ready to fuck shit
Catch up no Dj Mustard
Boy you ain't getting no money if I ain't love it
Money be my discussion
You ain't discussing money, I ain't talkin
[Hook:]
All in, all in
If you tossing money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But as long as it keeps coming I am all in
All in, met yo bitch and I was all in that thang
When I pull up I went all in the paint
Trap house, flats all in that thang
Nah boy you can't hang, nigga you can't hang
You ain't with the glo gang, you ain't with the gang gang
I be spitting propane
It's something that I know man
I be balling, I be wilding
VIP and fuck a line
And I be all up in the club
Standing all over the couches
And I do this shit for Blood
Henny all over the couches
If you talking bout that money, I swear I am bout it
[Hook:]
All in, all in
If you tossing money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But as long as it keeps coming I am all in
I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes
I got all the rolls, I be on the road
I can count this money with my eyes closed
Ride by you, bye-bye ho!
Cuz im bout my rolls, bitch I'm bout my rolls
You ain't talking rolls then I gotta go
I thought you knew, baby I am bout my rolls
I'm bout my pesos, my rolls
You ain't talkin pesos I shoot you in ya nose
And ya mouth
Cuz you wasn't talking right
Better bring that money to the light
BITCH NIGGA
Cuz i'm a rich nigga
For a show I need 6 figures
You talking 30 bands, I'ma take it
But your show I might not make it
Hoes think I am Jamaican
Rastafari dreads they be shaking
Pull up on they block, niggas shaking
Click clack this ning ding finna get baking
Bitch, I eat bacon
But I don't fuck with big, see them then I shake it
They gon try to strip me naked
Take me to the cell I can take it
It ain't nothing, aye
Nigga try me then it's bussin
10-10, call a 10-10 code 10
Cuz that ning ding be my twin twin
That's the only friend I got
Other than guap
My momma told me trust no one
Snakes in the grass one of em gon bite
I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes
I got all the rolls, I be on the road
I can count this money with my eyes closed
Ride by you, bye-bye ho!
Cuz im bout my rolls, bitch I'm bout my rolls
You ain't talking rolls then I gotta go
I thought you knew, baby I am bout my rolls
I thought you mothafuckin knew
Pull up bitch i'm bout my rolls
You ain't talking rolls then we bout to blow
At your mothafuckin skull and your fucking nose
And your teeth nigga
We gonna make your dumbass bleed nigga
30 in this ning ding nigga
It's a drill bitch, ding ding nigga
All in, all in
If you tossing money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But as long as it keeps coming I am all in
Aww damn
Just got some guns and some balls yeaa
Never wanna hear all in
That mac and tec be cousins
They be bussin, they cussin
Toolie out im like fuck it
Unless the police come I won't tuck it for nothing
Heard niggas on that fuck shit
Click clack this nina ready to fuck shit
Catch up no Dj Mustard
Boy you ain't getting no money if I ain't love it
Money be my discussion
You ain't discussing money, I ain't talkin
[Hook:]
All in, all in
If you tossing money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But as long as it keeps coming I am all in
All in, met yo bitch and I was all in that thang
When I pull up I went all in the paint
Trap house, flats all in that thang
Nah boy you can't hang, nigga you can't hang
You ain't with the glo gang, you ain't with the gang gang
I be spitting propane
It's something that I know man
I be balling, I be wilding
VIP and fuck a line
And I be all up in the club
Standing all over the couches
And I do this shit for Blood
Henny all over the couches
If you talking bout that money, I swear I am bout it
[Hook:]
All in, all in
If you tossing money I am all in
Heard you wanna laugh nigga ball then
I just left yo bitch and I got all in
All in, all in
Yo bitch on me cuz I keep balling
And I swear that this money keep calling
But as long as it keeps coming I am all in
I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes
I got all the rolls, I be on the road
I can count this money with my eyes closed
Ride by you, bye-bye ho!
Cuz im bout my rolls, bitch I'm bout my rolls
You ain't talking rolls then I gotta go
I thought you knew, baby I am bout my rolls
I'm bout my pesos, my rolls
You ain't talkin pesos I shoot you in ya nose
And ya mouth
Cuz you wasn't talking right
Better bring that money to the light
BITCH NIGGA
Cuz i'm a rich nigga
For a show I need 6 figures
You talking 30 bands, I'ma take it
But your show I might not make it
Hoes think I am Jamaican
Rastafari dreads they be shaking
Pull up on they block, niggas shaking
Click clack this ning ding finna get baking
Bitch, I eat bacon
But I don't fuck with big, see them then I shake it
They gon try to strip me naked
Take me to the cell I can take it
It ain't nothing, aye
Nigga try me then it's bussin
10-10, call a 10-10 code 10
Cuz that ning ding be my twin twin
That's the only friend I got
Other than guap
My momma told me trust no one
Snakes in the grass one of em gon bite
I got all the hoes, I got all the hoes
I got all the rolls, I be on the road
I can count this money with my eyes closed
Ride by you, bye-bye ho!
Cuz im bout my rolls, bitch I'm bout my rolls
You ain't talking rolls then I gotta go
I thought you knew, baby I am bout my rolls
I thought you mothafuckin knew
Pull up bitch i'm bout my rolls
You ain't talking rolls then we bout to blow
At your mothafuckin skull and your fucking nose
And your teeth nigga
We gonna make your dumbass bleed nigga
30 in this ning ding nigga
It's a drill bitch, ding ding nigga
"Sorry 4 The Weight" (2015)
- Ain't Nothin' lyrics - Chief Keef
- Himalayas lyrics - Chief Keef
- Sosa Chamberlain lyrics - Chief Keef
- Get Money lyrics - Chief Keef
- Hot Shit lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Andy Milonakis)
- "F 'em lyrics - Chief Keef
- Vet Lungs lyrics - Chief Keef
- Ten Toes Down lyrics - Chief Keef
- That's What lyrics - Chief Keef
- Guess What Boy lyrics - Chief Keef
- Please lyrics - Chief Keef
- What Up lyrics - Chief Keef
- 5 AM lyrics - Chief Keef
- Send It Up lyrics - Chief Keef
- Hiding lyrics - Chief Keef
- He Don't Know lyrics - Chief Keef
- On My Momma lyrics - Chief Keef
- Don't Want None lyrics - Chief Keef
- Yours lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Benji Glo)
- Win lyrics - Chief Keef
- I Want Some Money lyrics - Chief Keef
Ain't Nothin' lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
Been gettin' money since '08 summer, I been riding hunnids
That ain't nothin' That ain't nothin'
I been getting money been spending money boy that's little money
That ain't nothin', That ain't nothin'
Made it out the jects now I'm on a jet
Still throwing up my set
DJ Khaled we the best
With Wop on Bouldercrest
Thats the way show no stress
Thats your bitch she showin' stress
It ain't nothing its a test, nigga
[Verse 1:]
Pull up in that wet, throwin' up my set
Hot shit you get wet nigga, It ain't none of that nigga
It ain't none of this, what you want with this
You don't war with this where ya boys is
Hit that bank on that Lloyd shit grown boy shit
Pistol knock your ass out it be on that Floyd shit
In my lane bunch of bullshit I can do it
By my pistol I'm a scoot it at your booty
In ya head now your dead nigga
Where ya bread nigga
In the field, where ya lead nigga
Yous a dead nigga
In my hand, its some bread nigga
I throw bread nigga
Where I live in the strip club
I'm the man nigga
Shawty Lo I done dun dun dun all these hoes
How we roll, we gone come through and stop the show
Vaminos where my fuckin' bread then I'm out the door
Out ya hair in my fuckin' whip they like where he go, aye
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Grandma house sellin' dope out the back nigga
Cops coming, I run out nigga
Here they come knockin' at my door
I be out the door with my dope and my rolls
In Iraq fuck lil Mexico
I be smoking Citgo and Texaco
Gas, premium mane you know
I let her hit it then I strech your ho
I'm like whoa
She said she be snorting coke
She want coke
I told her I be riding in them fucking totes with the Glo
Pull up on a nigga bust a move
Which one of you niggas gonna shoot
I'm ready I'm finna suit the fuck up and lace my boots
Now we finna shoot the muthafuckin' pistols gettin' loose
[Hook]
Been gettin' money since '08 summer, I been riding hunnids
That ain't nothin' That ain't nothin'
I been getting money been spending money boy that's little money
That ain't nothin', That ain't nothin'
Made it out the jects now I'm on a jet
Still throwing up my set
DJ Khaled we the best
With Wop on Bouldercrest
Thats the way show no stress
Thats your bitch she showin' stress
It ain't nothing its a test, nigga
[Verse 1:]
Pull up in that wet, throwin' up my set
Hot shit you get wet nigga, It ain't none of that nigga
It ain't none of this, what you want with this
You don't war with this where ya boys is
Hit that bank on that Lloyd shit grown boy shit
Pistol knock your ass out it be on that Floyd shit
In my lane bunch of bullshit I can do it
By my pistol I'm a scoot it at your booty
In ya head now your dead nigga
Where ya bread nigga
In the field, where ya lead nigga
Yous a dead nigga
In my hand, its some bread nigga
I throw bread nigga
Where I live in the strip club
I'm the man nigga
Shawty Lo I done dun dun dun all these hoes
How we roll, we gone come through and stop the show
Vaminos where my fuckin' bread then I'm out the door
Out ya hair in my fuckin' whip they like where he go, aye
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Grandma house sellin' dope out the back nigga
Cops coming, I run out nigga
Here they come knockin' at my door
I be out the door with my dope and my rolls
In Iraq fuck lil Mexico
I be smoking Citgo and Texaco
Gas, premium mane you know
I let her hit it then I strech your ho
I'm like whoa
She said she be snorting coke
She want coke
I told her I be riding in them fucking totes with the Glo
Pull up on a nigga bust a move
Which one of you niggas gonna shoot
I'm ready I'm finna suit the fuck up and lace my boots
Now we finna shoot the muthafuckin' pistols gettin' loose
[Hook]
Himalayas lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
Bitch say I'm always smokin'
Always drinkin', got some issues
Niggas always fuckin' plottin' I was thinking got some pistols
Pull up catch a nigga lackin', I was stanking got a rental
Bitch I'm from Chiraq, I was thinking got some missiles
I was watching out for lizards, I was watching out for niggas
Pull up on the block at night, I was sparking with them niggas
But I had to catch a flight, now bitch I'm a dumb ass nigga
And I know I'm shining bright, but I'm from the Himalayas
[Verse 1:]
I'm too turnt I'm TNT, bitch I put the E in key
An I put the lock on the door couldn't blow this off if you had the heat
I got me and this weed, meeting with me and me and me
Little lady I'm the I in the Win, bitch I'm the E in the Beef
Fuck nigga I'm the D in Deceased
Yo bitch be the E on my Wee Wee
Yo ass put the E in the Sheep
I'm the A in Shavin' and I'm off this weed
Yo bitch put the E in the Freek
She say you put the E in the Creep
Nigga I dont be the E in the Sleep
Nigga I be the E in Work All Week
Cause I can't eat when I'm Sleep
She said I put the E and I Eat
I put the I In do it, and I put the E in my Jeans
Bitch I put the A in the Hawk, bitch I put the E in that Eagle
Bitch I put the A in the Choppa, bitch I put the G in Illegal
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Bitch I put the E in lean, then I put the lean in Sprite
Bitch I put the B in Black, bitch I put the C in Cyph
Bitch I put the E in White, bitch I put the E in Red
Bitch I put the E in Retarded, guns that pull up and leave ya dead
Bitch I put the I in Sig, bitch I put the I in Live
Bitch I put the I in Grin, when I walk up in the building
Bitch I be the A in Hand, when they giving me my digits
Niggas be the A in Playing, 'till I be the P in Pistol
Bitch I be the G in Gifted, bitch I be the T in Whitle
Bitch I be the T in Too Turnt, bitches be the T in Irri
She said you be the the G in Naggin, bitch I be the A in Macking
I be the Y in Myself, niggas be the T in Tacky
[Hook]
Bitch say I'm always smokin'
Always drinkin', got some issues
Niggas always fuckin' plottin' I was thinking got some pistols
Pull up catch a nigga lackin', I was stanking got a rental
Bitch I'm from Chiraq, I was thinking got some missiles
I was watching out for lizards, I was watching out for niggas
Pull up on the block at night, I was sparking with them niggas
But I had to catch a flight, now bitch I'm a dumb ass nigga
And I know I'm shining bright, but I'm from the Himalayas
[Verse 1:]
I'm too turnt I'm TNT, bitch I put the E in key
An I put the lock on the door couldn't blow this off if you had the heat
I got me and this weed, meeting with me and me and me
Little lady I'm the I in the Win, bitch I'm the E in the Beef
Fuck nigga I'm the D in Deceased
Yo bitch be the E on my Wee Wee
Yo ass put the E in the Sheep
I'm the A in Shavin' and I'm off this weed
Yo bitch put the E in the Freek
She say you put the E in the Creep
Nigga I dont be the E in the Sleep
Nigga I be the E in Work All Week
Cause I can't eat when I'm Sleep
She said I put the E and I Eat
I put the I In do it, and I put the E in my Jeans
Bitch I put the A in the Hawk, bitch I put the E in that Eagle
Bitch I put the A in the Choppa, bitch I put the G in Illegal
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Bitch I put the E in lean, then I put the lean in Sprite
Bitch I put the B in Black, bitch I put the C in Cyph
Bitch I put the E in White, bitch I put the E in Red
Bitch I put the E in Retarded, guns that pull up and leave ya dead
Bitch I put the I in Sig, bitch I put the I in Live
Bitch I put the I in Grin, when I walk up in the building
Bitch I be the A in Hand, when they giving me my digits
Niggas be the A in Playing, 'till I be the P in Pistol
Bitch I be the G in Gifted, bitch I be the T in Whitle
Bitch I be the T in Too Turnt, bitches be the T in Irri
She said you be the the G in Naggin, bitch I be the A in Macking
I be the Y in Myself, niggas be the T in Tacky
[Hook]
Sosa Chamberlain lyrics - Chief Keef
[Intro:]
What is GLO GANG? Well it's GLO GANG is G-L-O-G-A-N-G
It is Glory Boyz, we are Glory Boyz Entertainment. It is GBE
But it's shortened, it's shortened, you know what I'm sayin'
So it's G-L-O Gang, and so the GLOry Boyz
You guys can say either one though, it don't matter
You know what I'm sayin'
I won't get offended, gang won't get offended
We are Glory Boyz, you know what I'm sayin'
But GLO GANG is just a, just a short abbreviation for Glory Boyz
You know what I'm sayin', just G-L-O-G-A-N-G, you know
We be on a lotta gang shit, we got everybody sayin' "gang" now
No squad, you know. We changed that, we changed to gang
It ain't none of that squad. I mean you know we got Savage Squad
You know that's my cousin, Fredo and nem. But um shit
We go by gang and none of that squad
But when cuz and nem come around you know it's squad
When Wop come around we rockin' with the squad
You know what I'm sayin'. But when we
When it's just gang, we be on that straight gang shit
You know what I'm sayin', gang and none of that squad
But anyways man back to the tape man
[Verse 1:]
Bitch got that wet wet, my gun got that wet wet
She let me fuck up in the car, now my seats is wet wet
I'm off the drank wet wet, your dope smell like a wet pack
She said she wanna smoke with we, bitch you should've said that
She said that she gotta pee, I'm like bitch you should've said that
She said she been said that, I said I ain't hear that
I was smoking the loudest loud but I'm always ready
You be smokin' on that shit, that shit that give you headache
Who come here, you come here
Ooh come here, pistol to your ear
Booze what you sip, lean what I sip
Water what I drink, cat meow all I get
Pull up to the strip, thing on my hip
The police pull me over like It's weed on my lip
Johnny call me up, he said he pee'd on my wrist
Yo bitch call me mad she said she bleached all my gear
My daughter call me mad, she said she gon' eat all my chips
These niggas always mad they wanna eat all my dip
The opps always mad they say Chief Keef ain't blowin' shit
Until I come through blastin' like the Heat I ain't doin' shit
[Hook:]
I'm Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flamin'
Rocks just blingin', phone just rangin'
I'ma no belt rockin', no sock rockin'
Pull up show stopper, you know how I'm rockin'
I came in the game man, and you know I changed it
Sosa whats your language? Bitch I speak them acres
Favorite team the Lakers, favorite team the Bulls
Wanna put up your paper? I'm like okay cool
[Verse 2:]
My favorite player Butler, and I gotta butler
Gotta number 40, my 40 a fuck ya
My favorite player Rose, aye, money on him let's go
We be on that bullshit, we from Chicago
My favorite player Kobe, you be holy moly
That mean you be with police
When it's cold outside I got on no tee
That mean that I can hold it hold it underwater
Pull up on your daughter I'm a shark up in the water
I remember buying quarters, now I'm at a P
When it come to your bitch, I gotta add a Keef
Come out the cut like Snell, I gotta add a three
Don't give a fuck how you feel
I gotta add a T
[Hook]
What is GLO GANG? Well it's GLO GANG is G-L-O-G-A-N-G
It is Glory Boyz, we are Glory Boyz Entertainment. It is GBE
But it's shortened, it's shortened, you know what I'm sayin'
So it's G-L-O Gang, and so the GLOry Boyz
You guys can say either one though, it don't matter
You know what I'm sayin'
I won't get offended, gang won't get offended
We are Glory Boyz, you know what I'm sayin'
But GLO GANG is just a, just a short abbreviation for Glory Boyz
You know what I'm sayin', just G-L-O-G-A-N-G, you know
We be on a lotta gang shit, we got everybody sayin' "gang" now
No squad, you know. We changed that, we changed to gang
It ain't none of that squad. I mean you know we got Savage Squad
You know that's my cousin, Fredo and nem. But um shit
We go by gang and none of that squad
But when cuz and nem come around you know it's squad
When Wop come around we rockin' with the squad
You know what I'm sayin'. But when we
When it's just gang, we be on that straight gang shit
You know what I'm sayin', gang and none of that squad
But anyways man back to the tape man
[Verse 1:]
Bitch got that wet wet, my gun got that wet wet
She let me fuck up in the car, now my seats is wet wet
I'm off the drank wet wet, your dope smell like a wet pack
She said she wanna smoke with we, bitch you should've said that
She said that she gotta pee, I'm like bitch you should've said that
She said she been said that, I said I ain't hear that
I was smoking the loudest loud but I'm always ready
You be smokin' on that shit, that shit that give you headache
Who come here, you come here
Ooh come here, pistol to your ear
Booze what you sip, lean what I sip
Water what I drink, cat meow all I get
Pull up to the strip, thing on my hip
The police pull me over like It's weed on my lip
Johnny call me up, he said he pee'd on my wrist
Yo bitch call me mad she said she bleached all my gear
My daughter call me mad, she said she gon' eat all my chips
These niggas always mad they wanna eat all my dip
The opps always mad they say Chief Keef ain't blowin' shit
Until I come through blastin' like the Heat I ain't doin' shit
[Hook:]
I'm Sosa Wilt Chamberlain, blunts just flamin'
Rocks just blingin', phone just rangin'
I'ma no belt rockin', no sock rockin'
Pull up show stopper, you know how I'm rockin'
I came in the game man, and you know I changed it
Sosa whats your language? Bitch I speak them acres
Favorite team the Lakers, favorite team the Bulls
Wanna put up your paper? I'm like okay cool
[Verse 2:]
My favorite player Butler, and I gotta butler
Gotta number 40, my 40 a fuck ya
My favorite player Rose, aye, money on him let's go
We be on that bullshit, we from Chicago
My favorite player Kobe, you be holy moly
That mean you be with police
When it's cold outside I got on no tee
That mean that I can hold it hold it underwater
Pull up on your daughter I'm a shark up in the water
I remember buying quarters, now I'm at a P
When it come to your bitch, I gotta add a Keef
Come out the cut like Snell, I gotta add a three
Don't give a fuck how you feel
I gotta add a T
[Hook]
Get Money lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
Remember posted the block stealing Hondas
Now I ride foreigns and Tonkas, stompin'
Remember when I ain't have no money
Now I get money, get money
Get money, get money, get money, get money [x4]
[Verse 1:]
I wear Moncler, Louie, Gucci I'm stuntin'
And my pants, they filled with money
I saw your bitch she want me, she want me, she want me
She on me, she on me, she on me
I like blue cheese, blue cheese with my chicken and onions
I pull 'em out my pocket and I'm stuntin'
I'm talking bout them hundreds, them hundreds, them hundreds
I'm stuntin', I'm stuntin', It's nothin'
You got your Louie, where your cake?
Got your Gucci, where your cake?
You ain't got no cake, it's ok, it's ok
All I gotta say, go out and get the cake
Cuz If I can make it, you can make it any day
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I wear Nike, Truey, when I ain't on nothing
And I'm always moving gathering something
She say I'm the only, the only, the only
But I'm smart and I know she stuntin'
Baby is it cause I'm blingin' I'm blingin?
I'm shinin', I'm stuntin'
I pull up fresh like I'm going to luncheon
I feel like I'm the only, the only one in here, stuntin'
And if I didn't this shit wouldn't be funkin'
All I know get money get money get money
That money need more I'm gon' find it
If you ain't getting money what you doing?
I swear I be on that money ball shit
[Hook]
Remember posted the block stealing Hondas
Now I ride foreigns and Tonkas, stompin'
Remember when I ain't have no money
Now I get money, get money
Get money, get money, get money, get money [x4]
[Verse 1:]
I wear Moncler, Louie, Gucci I'm stuntin'
And my pants, they filled with money
I saw your bitch she want me, she want me, she want me
She on me, she on me, she on me
I like blue cheese, blue cheese with my chicken and onions
I pull 'em out my pocket and I'm stuntin'
I'm talking bout them hundreds, them hundreds, them hundreds
I'm stuntin', I'm stuntin', It's nothin'
You got your Louie, where your cake?
Got your Gucci, where your cake?
You ain't got no cake, it's ok, it's ok
All I gotta say, go out and get the cake
Cuz If I can make it, you can make it any day
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I wear Nike, Truey, when I ain't on nothing
And I'm always moving gathering something
She say I'm the only, the only, the only
But I'm smart and I know she stuntin'
Baby is it cause I'm blingin' I'm blingin?
I'm shinin', I'm stuntin'
I pull up fresh like I'm going to luncheon
I feel like I'm the only, the only one in here, stuntin'
And if I didn't this shit wouldn't be funkin'
All I know get money get money get money
That money need more I'm gon' find it
If you ain't getting money what you doing?
I swear I be on that money ball shit
[Hook]
Hot Shit lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Andy Milonakis)
[Hook - Chief Keef:]
Mic check let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with
I'm coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I'm rich I still be doin' 6, everywhere, anywhere
You know I'ma rep my shit, bandana on the choppa
I Juelz my shit, I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my shit
[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
Smokin on this loud, you can smell my shit
Hop out the car, you can smell my whip
I don't fuck with coochie if you can smell that shit
I don't want the coochie if she sell that shit
She said she ain't a thot, she tellin fairy tells and shit
I pull up on ya block and I hear yells and shit
See I got verses but bitch, I don't got em for the low
She said that she love me but baby I ain't retarded doe
I just hit the earth, drop in my veins to let you know
I just rolled three grams in that thang from Texaco
When I pull up you know I be TNT (Too Turnt)
Hop out and I be Chiefin' Keef
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Andy Milonakis:]
No more loco, Sachi solo
9 to 5 no, no, we T'd and we slow-mo
Actavis, I'm in love with 4 o-z
Leaned out is how I be
God damn it's hard to stand, and no I can not see
I'm about to hit a lick at Paradime
Trade in the script for a pair of dimes
I'm a star so you know I'm sonnin' bitches
They just mad that I'm having fun with this shit
They just mad that I'm buying lunches with it
Passport with 300 tickets
Bang Bang, 300 and shit
[Hook]
Mic check let a nigga flex
He get wet, he get that hot shit
I got my Bernie Mac, nigga who you with
I'm coolin' with the gang, and nigga we on that hot shit
I know I'm rich I still be doin' 6, everywhere, anywhere
You know I'ma rep my shit, bandana on the choppa
I Juelz my shit, I can cut my dreads off and I can sell my shit
[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
Smokin on this loud, you can smell my shit
Hop out the car, you can smell my whip
I don't fuck with coochie if you can smell that shit
I don't want the coochie if she sell that shit
She said she ain't a thot, she tellin fairy tells and shit
I pull up on ya block and I hear yells and shit
See I got verses but bitch, I don't got em for the low
She said that she love me but baby I ain't retarded doe
I just hit the earth, drop in my veins to let you know
I just rolled three grams in that thang from Texaco
When I pull up you know I be TNT (Too Turnt)
Hop out and I be Chiefin' Keef
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Andy Milonakis:]
No more loco, Sachi solo
9 to 5 no, no, we T'd and we slow-mo
Actavis, I'm in love with 4 o-z
Leaned out is how I be
God damn it's hard to stand, and no I can not see
I'm about to hit a lick at Paradime
Trade in the script for a pair of dimes
I'm a star so you know I'm sonnin' bitches
They just mad that I'm having fun with this shit
They just mad that I'm buying lunches with it
Passport with 300 tickets
Bang Bang, 300 and shit
[Hook]
"F 'em lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
Fuck the judge, fuck a bitch
Fuck a nigga, cause he snitch
Nigga ain't got my money, fuck his shit
Heard this nigga mad I fucked his bitch
Fuck 'em [x16]
[Verse 1:]
I made dough, went in the mall
And turned that shit to play dough
Fuck it, my shootas gon' come shoot when I say so
We got lawyers, they like "fuck it"
Hopped in the car, do da dash, pass the public
Like fuck it, cops get behind me
I'ma do the dash, engines bustin'
Fuck it, judge tried to give me time
I'm like "fuck it, fuck it"
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I heard these niggas hatin', fuck it
I'ma keep on gettin' paper, fuck it
Just got some today like fuck it
Like fuck them, all the fuckas who never gave me nothin'
Fuck the cops, they don't want me to feed my baby nothin'
Fuck ya block, when we leave it they gon' tape it up
My watch fucked your thot, when she seen that she was [?]
I'ma take this three pointer, you gon' lay it up
[Hook]
Fuck the judge, fuck a bitch
Fuck a nigga, cause he snitch
Nigga ain't got my money, fuck his shit
Heard this nigga mad I fucked his bitch
Fuck 'em [x16]
[Verse 1:]
I made dough, went in the mall
And turned that shit to play dough
Fuck it, my shootas gon' come shoot when I say so
We got lawyers, they like "fuck it"
Hopped in the car, do da dash, pass the public
Like fuck it, cops get behind me
I'ma do the dash, engines bustin'
Fuck it, judge tried to give me time
I'm like "fuck it, fuck it"
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I heard these niggas hatin', fuck it
I'ma keep on gettin' paper, fuck it
Just got some today like fuck it
Like fuck them, all the fuckas who never gave me nothin'
Fuck the cops, they don't want me to feed my baby nothin'
Fuck ya block, when we leave it they gon' tape it up
My watch fucked your thot, when she seen that she was [?]
I'ma take this three pointer, you gon' lay it up
[Hook]
Vet Lungs lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
Glocks tucked man I up
I ah Damage ya
Wassup with all these fuck niggas?
I'm sorry for the weight I couldn't help
I was always smoking on the skunk
Bad bitch in my truck she tryna fuck
My necklace it be shining to my junk
I be smokin' dope baby I got vet lungs
Blood gang, Blood dripping over here
You want problems, you can get it over here
You don't listen, better listen over here
If you don't, I bring them pistols over there
I come through and put the pistol to your ear
I come through, I put the pistol to your rib
I was getting money I was taking it as gifts
I'm still getting money I'm still getting it how I live
My wrist real, real chill, I chill
I ain't never cold bitch I feel how I feel
I got 10 fans on and I live how I live
I'ma plan to keep growin' and I peel how I peel
[Hook]
Sorry for the W-E-I-G-H-T
Bitch I know it's W-A-I-T, ight b?
Aye I come through Mr.T
White Tee and bright things
Ain't got no cuban links, I got on a breitling
We know drama TNT, Hercules, Disney
We got cannons, Nicki, Nickelodeon, Jimmy
I got that cartoon network, and that net work WG
If you looking for me, I'm with money in a meeting
Me and you we got money disagreements
Can't come to no conclusions
Cause your money ain't worth me yet
If I upload a status I don't need no feedback
I don't give a mothafuck who fuckin' we at
[Hook]
Glocks tucked man I up
I ah Damage ya
Wassup with all these fuck niggas?
I'm sorry for the weight I couldn't help
I was always smoking on the skunk
Bad bitch in my truck she tryna fuck
My necklace it be shining to my junk
I be smokin' dope baby I got vet lungs
Blood gang, Blood dripping over here
You want problems, you can get it over here
You don't listen, better listen over here
If you don't, I bring them pistols over there
I come through and put the pistol to your ear
I come through, I put the pistol to your rib
I was getting money I was taking it as gifts
I'm still getting money I'm still getting it how I live
My wrist real, real chill, I chill
I ain't never cold bitch I feel how I feel
I got 10 fans on and I live how I live
I'ma plan to keep growin' and I peel how I peel
[Hook]
Sorry for the W-E-I-G-H-T
Bitch I know it's W-A-I-T, ight b?
Aye I come through Mr.T
White Tee and bright things
Ain't got no cuban links, I got on a breitling
We know drama TNT, Hercules, Disney
We got cannons, Nicki, Nickelodeon, Jimmy
I got that cartoon network, and that net work WG
If you looking for me, I'm with money in a meeting
Me and you we got money disagreements
Can't come to no conclusions
Cause your money ain't worth me yet
If I upload a status I don't need no feedback
I don't give a mothafuck who fuckin' we at
[Hook]
Ten Toes Down lyrics - Chief Keef
Need to be happy...
[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me
[Verse 1:]
What's on my line, that “ffffffffrrrr beeeep"
They be callin' all the time
Bang bang, what's that, my gun
I up this mothafucka, blew it, make him run, better run
Little Gump, run Forrest, run
3 grams in the blunt, we have 1 on 1
I love gettin' money, and I know you know it man
Yeah I like Nina shootin', why the fuck you hold it in
I walk in and break the bank, then walk out and close you in
What the fuck you lookin' at, I swear I don't know you man
I'm sayin' I'ma a Glo man, I don't need no tan
I pull up, hop out, standin' in my stance
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Skrrt pullin' off, I'm so raw
Ha-ha high a lot, ruff ruff I'm a dog
Chh-chh go my paws
Cause these fuckas itch a lot
Bitch I got my bong, I don't want you, take me home
I be smokin' skunk, got it from the loft
'Member sellin' junkies, now I gotten dope
'Member red monkeys, closet full of Trues
If you lookin' for me, I'm probably on the news
One plus two, that equals a few
I want ten times 500,000 cool
I pull up rude, my jewelry du-du
Brick and balony in my pocket, Milonakis stew
[Hook]
[Hook:]
Ten toes down, I got shows and verses
I'ma bring 'em to your town
For the right fuckin' amount, you can hit me up right now
50 for a show and 20 for a 12
I'm a loose screw, I ain't no nail
Walk up in the building
She either smelled the loud or Chanel
I think she goin' for the kill
She steady callin' my phone
My battery she damn near killed me
My phone steady ringin'
This bitch damn near killed me
[Verse 1:]
What's on my line, that “ffffffffrrrr beeeep"
They be callin' all the time
Bang bang, what's that, my gun
I up this mothafucka, blew it, make him run, better run
Little Gump, run Forrest, run
3 grams in the blunt, we have 1 on 1
I love gettin' money, and I know you know it man
Yeah I like Nina shootin', why the fuck you hold it in
I walk in and break the bank, then walk out and close you in
What the fuck you lookin' at, I swear I don't know you man
I'm sayin' I'ma a Glo man, I don't need no tan
I pull up, hop out, standin' in my stance
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Skrrt pullin' off, I'm so raw
Ha-ha high a lot, ruff ruff I'm a dog
Chh-chh go my paws
Cause these fuckas itch a lot
Bitch I got my bong, I don't want you, take me home
I be smokin' skunk, got it from the loft
'Member sellin' junkies, now I gotten dope
'Member red monkeys, closet full of Trues
If you lookin' for me, I'm probably on the news
One plus two, that equals a few
I want ten times 500,000 cool
I pull up rude, my jewelry du-du
Brick and balony in my pocket, Milonakis stew
[Hook]
That's What lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
What what, (what what) [x3]
Nigga buck buck (Nigga buck buck)
What what, (what what) [x2]
Knuck buck, click clack, nigga buck buck
What what, (what what) [x3]
Nigga what what, (nigga what what)
Nigga buck buck, (nigga buck buck)
Nigga what what, (nigga what what)
What what (what what), nigga what what (nigga what what)
[Verse 1:]
You a not what, get your line white
Get yo mind right, and live that lime life
Nigga what what, nigga buck buck
Coming out the cuts cuts, shooting up trucks trucks
Crime mob knuck buck, throwin' bows, Glocks tucked
And if it's a problem, I swear I will pop ya
We don't pop out bitch we pop up
Pop up with the Glocks up
Hope yo ass got the Christmas spirit, light yo block up
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm a cowboy, watch me draw this bitch
With this pistol I'm a artist, I be drawing shit
Pull up on your block and I'm on folly bitch
That bitch all in my pocket, she's a Polly bitch
I call my 4-0 focus, she's a solid bitch
I call my 4-5 brokers, he gon' pop you a bitch
Told that bitch what, bitch you better swallow bitch
I got rocket power like I'm Otto bitch
[Hook]
What what, (what what) [x3]
Nigga buck buck (Nigga buck buck)
What what, (what what) [x2]
Knuck buck, click clack, nigga buck buck
What what, (what what) [x3]
Nigga what what, (nigga what what)
Nigga buck buck, (nigga buck buck)
Nigga what what, (nigga what what)
What what (what what), nigga what what (nigga what what)
[Verse 1:]
You a not what, get your line white
Get yo mind right, and live that lime life
Nigga what what, nigga buck buck
Coming out the cuts cuts, shooting up trucks trucks
Crime mob knuck buck, throwin' bows, Glocks tucked
And if it's a problem, I swear I will pop ya
We don't pop out bitch we pop up
Pop up with the Glocks up
Hope yo ass got the Christmas spirit, light yo block up
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm a cowboy, watch me draw this bitch
With this pistol I'm a artist, I be drawing shit
Pull up on your block and I'm on folly bitch
That bitch all in my pocket, she's a Polly bitch
I call my 4-0 focus, she's a solid bitch
I call my 4-5 brokers, he gon' pop you a bitch
Told that bitch what, bitch you better swallow bitch
I got rocket power like I'm Otto bitch
[Hook]
Guess What Boy lyrics - Chief Keef
[Intro - DJ Holiday:]
Oh you want that bitch?
You can't have that bitch
She got habits man
She been around rich nigga too long
Sosa!
[Hook:]
Why hoes be callin' my phone?
Cause hoes just wanna have fun
I be ridin' round with the chrome
Try me then I put one in yo dome
I pump it like
Guess what boy [x6]
I got one up in the head, guess what boy
[Verse 1:]
Yous a little ass boy, little ass shoes
Little ass house, little ass jewels
Little ass you, little ass tool
Little ass bullets, little ass shooter
I pull up with the stick, then I play some pool
I just got a pool, your ho invited too
I don't how I'm afford that, I know I'm so cool
I ain't go to school, I ain't know the rules
Pull up on me try to score, gonna front your move
Better be a badass cutie, I'm on you like a s'more
Ridin' with my nina, I ain't go to war
And I got a subpoena, I ain't go to court
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Pull up on your ass and get you boy
Walkin' out the bank I laugh funny boy
When I pull up it's a tragic boy
It's a silencer and a gun
That's me pullin' off in traffic boy
Bling, bling, that's the magic in my necklace boy
Bang, bang, that's the crank up in my ratchet boy
Ding, ding, that's your thot up in my mansion door
Ping, ping, that's the money callin' me boy
Beep, beep, that's me pullin' off with 10 boy
Skeet, skeet, cause that bitch top terrific boy
Eat, eat, when they see how I'm livin' boy
[Hook]
Oh you want that bitch?
You can't have that bitch
She got habits man
She been around rich nigga too long
Sosa!
[Hook:]
Why hoes be callin' my phone?
Cause hoes just wanna have fun
I be ridin' round with the chrome
Try me then I put one in yo dome
I pump it like
Guess what boy [x6]
I got one up in the head, guess what boy
[Verse 1:]
Yous a little ass boy, little ass shoes
Little ass house, little ass jewels
Little ass you, little ass tool
Little ass bullets, little ass shooter
I pull up with the stick, then I play some pool
I just got a pool, your ho invited too
I don't how I'm afford that, I know I'm so cool
I ain't go to school, I ain't know the rules
Pull up on me try to score, gonna front your move
Better be a badass cutie, I'm on you like a s'more
Ridin' with my nina, I ain't go to war
And I got a subpoena, I ain't go to court
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Pull up on your ass and get you boy
Walkin' out the bank I laugh funny boy
When I pull up it's a tragic boy
It's a silencer and a gun
That's me pullin' off in traffic boy
Bling, bling, that's the magic in my necklace boy
Bang, bang, that's the crank up in my ratchet boy
Ding, ding, that's your thot up in my mansion door
Ping, ping, that's the money callin' me boy
Beep, beep, that's me pullin' off with 10 boy
Skeet, skeet, cause that bitch top terrific boy
Eat, eat, when they see how I'm livin' boy
[Hook]
Please lyrics - Chief Keef
S-O-R-R-Y, the number 4, or F-O-R, W-E-I-G-H-T bitch
[Hook:]
Double cup me please
Your bitch hit me like "fuck me please"
She say she love me, she like "love me please"
My response was "suck me please"
Please, please, give me a lighter please
I just rolled a blunt, give me a fire please
Please, please, run up on me
I got 50 in the thing, won't hesitate to let it speak
[Verse 1:]
Choppa presidential, come through, give a speech
Gang on my fuckin' back, runnin' hurt my feet
Where the restroom, cause my chain gotta pee
Call my Sosa Wonder I'm gettin' money and I ain't gotta see
Still locked out, I ain't gotta leave
Bitch came gave me top now she gotta leave
My gun got no limit like I'm Master P
When you callin' my phone speakin' crazy cops tappin' me
Gotta be lowkey, cause the cops after me
Smokin' on the loudest weed, K-9 dogs after me
You say you gon' be at the top, ha, long after me
I'm Sorry 4 The Weight, I was somewhere chiefin' keef
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
This be that Sorry 4 The Weight
This be that sorry for my cake, He came threw sprayin'
This be that sorry for the day
Like I'm late, sorry for the delay
I'm smokin' tooka all to the face
You smokin' fooka, that shit so fake
You drinkin' fooka, that shit so fake
Drinkin' Quali, that be bad for your brain
Sneak dissin', that be bad for your health
Gettin' money, yeah thats rad for your health
I come through super ridin' cool with the whip
And I ain't bool wit y'all, I'm bool wit myself
[Hook]
[Hook:]
Double cup me please
Your bitch hit me like "fuck me please"
She say she love me, she like "love me please"
My response was "suck me please"
Please, please, give me a lighter please
I just rolled a blunt, give me a fire please
Please, please, run up on me
I got 50 in the thing, won't hesitate to let it speak
[Verse 1:]
Choppa presidential, come through, give a speech
Gang on my fuckin' back, runnin' hurt my feet
Where the restroom, cause my chain gotta pee
Call my Sosa Wonder I'm gettin' money and I ain't gotta see
Still locked out, I ain't gotta leave
Bitch came gave me top now she gotta leave
My gun got no limit like I'm Master P
When you callin' my phone speakin' crazy cops tappin' me
Gotta be lowkey, cause the cops after me
Smokin' on the loudest weed, K-9 dogs after me
You say you gon' be at the top, ha, long after me
I'm Sorry 4 The Weight, I was somewhere chiefin' keef
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
This be that Sorry 4 The Weight
This be that sorry for my cake, He came threw sprayin'
This be that sorry for the day
Like I'm late, sorry for the delay
I'm smokin' tooka all to the face
You smokin' fooka, that shit so fake
You drinkin' fooka, that shit so fake
Drinkin' Quali, that be bad for your brain
Sneak dissin', that be bad for your health
Gettin' money, yeah thats rad for your health
I come through super ridin' cool with the whip
And I ain't bool wit y'all, I'm bool wit myself
[Hook]
What Up lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
What Up, What up
Talking money what up, Talking drama what up
What up, Get wet up, Roll down the window what up?
What Up Ion fuck with bitches they set ups
What up, coming in like What up
He pull out pour that Mud up, we ain't sippin, shut up
Bitch shut up Like What up, He pull up like wassup?
Sneak diss us you fucked up, fuck around fuck around
Get bucked up
[Verse 1:]
State of emergency for currency, these bitches want me urgently
They heard of me, Flexing harder than Hercules bitches smirk
At me, I'm getting money wasn't used to perfect things
What up? You pitch your money it's worth a swing
I'm in the cl-ub, flicking money it ain't worth a thing
Got my snub try to the take my money I up the thing
Bang Bang Bang Bang nigga, watchu mean?
What up? If ya getting money fuck with me
If he hating then, he probably look up to me
I love munna, blue Benjamin's they stuck with me
End of my story if ya talking money fuck with me
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Fuck around fuck around get bucked up
Fuck nigga outa luck up Pull up nigga
Wassup nigga seven up ya (Aye) fuck up nigga?
Bang Bang Buck Buck nigga, come through shooting out Truck trucks nigga
And cuts, cuts nigga
We don't give a muthafuckin fuck fuck nigga
Wassup nigga? You fuck with the Opp-opps nigga?
You be up up nigga with opp-opp niggas
On they block-block nigga? I pull up-up-up send shot-shots
At all yall niggas, I had to come up out my mansion for this
Nonsense call yall niggas, Waddup?
Come through with the rumble of the royal nigga
Like wassup? Imma Chicago Bear make you fumble nigga
Ion know wassup it's always opps gonna slump you nigga
In other words if you fuck with me then I fuck with you nigga
[Hook]
What Up, What up
Talking money what up, Talking drama what up
What up, Get wet up, Roll down the window what up?
What Up Ion fuck with bitches they set ups
What up, coming in like What up
He pull out pour that Mud up, we ain't sippin, shut up
Bitch shut up Like What up, He pull up like wassup?
Sneak diss us you fucked up, fuck around fuck around
Get bucked up
[Verse 1:]
State of emergency for currency, these bitches want me urgently
They heard of me, Flexing harder than Hercules bitches smirk
At me, I'm getting money wasn't used to perfect things
What up? You pitch your money it's worth a swing
I'm in the cl-ub, flicking money it ain't worth a thing
Got my snub try to the take my money I up the thing
Bang Bang Bang Bang nigga, watchu mean?
What up? If ya getting money fuck with me
If he hating then, he probably look up to me
I love munna, blue Benjamin's they stuck with me
End of my story if ya talking money fuck with me
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Fuck around fuck around get bucked up
Fuck nigga outa luck up Pull up nigga
Wassup nigga seven up ya (Aye) fuck up nigga?
Bang Bang Buck Buck nigga, come through shooting out Truck trucks nigga
And cuts, cuts nigga
We don't give a muthafuckin fuck fuck nigga
Wassup nigga? You fuck with the Opp-opps nigga?
You be up up nigga with opp-opp niggas
On they block-block nigga? I pull up-up-up send shot-shots
At all yall niggas, I had to come up out my mansion for this
Nonsense call yall niggas, Waddup?
Come through with the rumble of the royal nigga
Like wassup? Imma Chicago Bear make you fumble nigga
Ion know wassup it's always opps gonna slump you nigga
In other words if you fuck with me then I fuck with you nigga
[Hook]
5 AM lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
I be getting money, my style these niggas stole it
I be smoking dope, bitch I'm a cupid old head
Used to be from O'Block, now I'm from that Glo Block
I still a let the tool pop , I shoot it at 4 opps
Ridin' in a foreign, bad bitches goin'
I don't go to sleep ain't gotta wake up in the morning
I be up trap trap trappin' while these niggas snorin'
Yo bitch gone pull up on me at 5 in the morning
[Verse 1:]
I pull up like where my money why you laughing? Ain't shit funny
Up this gun now you a bunny, boy you running, little Johnny
I pull up blingin, chain from Johnny, watch from Johnny, ring from Johnny
Everything from Johnny, I pull up bling is stuntin'
I pull up on you got that work
You want a verse, Get it first
Keep that chicken afford some beef
Might as well gone ahead get a hearse
Niggas smoking on dope, cause we smokin on purp
Boy you smokin' on burnt, boy you smoking on hurt
Pull up in that ugly ass thing with no teeth
Hop out makin' these bitches go to work
Pull up like skrrt, gon in the dirt
"Sosa where you going?" Bitch, goin get some work
I got verse for the high, and shows for the high
Ring-ring who gone get it first?
Pull up on your ass, get that cash
Then I pulled off with a smirk
Muhfuckers ain't believe me when I said shit was gone get worse
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
On tracks I be flooring, weed I be blowing
Hoes I be fucking, kick 'em in the morning
Cause bitches be so corny, they is full of corn
My nina be so horny, she is full of porn
No sleep please no snoring
I blink the floor
Got cake all on the floor, I ate some more
Can't give a bitch my time, I can't afford
Cause I can't tell the time in my fucking Breitling
I'm from the block, I still wear white 1s
Got so many styles, niggas bite one
Let a freak me look like
Got a watch out for the iguana
[Hook]
I be getting money, my style these niggas stole it
I be smoking dope, bitch I'm a cupid old head
Used to be from O'Block, now I'm from that Glo Block
I still a let the tool pop , I shoot it at 4 opps
Ridin' in a foreign, bad bitches goin'
I don't go to sleep ain't gotta wake up in the morning
I be up trap trap trappin' while these niggas snorin'
Yo bitch gone pull up on me at 5 in the morning
[Verse 1:]
I pull up like where my money why you laughing? Ain't shit funny
Up this gun now you a bunny, boy you running, little Johnny
I pull up blingin, chain from Johnny, watch from Johnny, ring from Johnny
Everything from Johnny, I pull up bling is stuntin'
I pull up on you got that work
You want a verse, Get it first
Keep that chicken afford some beef
Might as well gone ahead get a hearse
Niggas smoking on dope, cause we smokin on purp
Boy you smokin' on burnt, boy you smoking on hurt
Pull up in that ugly ass thing with no teeth
Hop out makin' these bitches go to work
Pull up like skrrt, gon in the dirt
"Sosa where you going?" Bitch, goin get some work
I got verse for the high, and shows for the high
Ring-ring who gone get it first?
Pull up on your ass, get that cash
Then I pulled off with a smirk
Muhfuckers ain't believe me when I said shit was gone get worse
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
On tracks I be flooring, weed I be blowing
Hoes I be fucking, kick 'em in the morning
Cause bitches be so corny, they is full of corn
My nina be so horny, she is full of porn
No sleep please no snoring
I blink the floor
Got cake all on the floor, I ate some more
Can't give a bitch my time, I can't afford
Cause I can't tell the time in my fucking Breitling
I'm from the block, I still wear white 1s
Got so many styles, niggas bite one
Let a freak me look like
Got a watch out for the iguana
[Hook]
Send It Up lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
I'm that nigga, I squeeze triggas
I'ma tell you one time, not again ya
This shit I'm in ya, no pretend ya
I up this mothafucka, send this bitch up
Let it hit ya, I won't miss ya
I got aim mothafucka, I'm gon' hit ya
Send this bitch up, send this bitch up
We ain't playin' mothafucka
We send this shit up
[Verse 1:]
There ya go boy, yeah ya know boy
I'm a Glo boy, used to be a O boy
I was on the front boy, slangin' coke boy
The feds knocked on my grandma's door boy
Where ya coke boy, cause my choppa down
Let this mothafucka catch it, you catch choppa rounds
Where ya drugs at, where your lots of pounds
See you flexin' on IG but do you got it now
My chain like bling-blow, my watch like bling-blow
Let a nigga try to take it, my gun go bang-bow
What I'm smoking loud, what you smoking mild
In the club and I got my pipe on me now
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Send this bitch up, bitch I'm from the 'Go
I been jumped up off the porch, jumped off the bungalow
I smoke lots of dope, walkin' a tightrope
It's cold outside, I got my pole I know
Pulled up to a wokcano, to get some curry doe
I'm a curry eatin' mothafucka, hurry ho
Walked into the bank, right before he close
And then I got that gwap and then I hurried home
'Member when I was young, my mom told me hurry home
Now I'm grown, I can buy my momma 30 homes
I still got my 30 holmes, think you sweet you'll be buried holmes
[Hook]
I'm that nigga, I squeeze triggas
I'ma tell you one time, not again ya
This shit I'm in ya, no pretend ya
I up this mothafucka, send this bitch up
Let it hit ya, I won't miss ya
I got aim mothafucka, I'm gon' hit ya
Send this bitch up, send this bitch up
We ain't playin' mothafucka
We send this shit up
[Verse 1:]
There ya go boy, yeah ya know boy
I'm a Glo boy, used to be a O boy
I was on the front boy, slangin' coke boy
The feds knocked on my grandma's door boy
Where ya coke boy, cause my choppa down
Let this mothafucka catch it, you catch choppa rounds
Where ya drugs at, where your lots of pounds
See you flexin' on IG but do you got it now
My chain like bling-blow, my watch like bling-blow
Let a nigga try to take it, my gun go bang-bow
What I'm smoking loud, what you smoking mild
In the club and I got my pipe on me now
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Send this bitch up, bitch I'm from the 'Go
I been jumped up off the porch, jumped off the bungalow
I smoke lots of dope, walkin' a tightrope
It's cold outside, I got my pole I know
Pulled up to a wokcano, to get some curry doe
I'm a curry eatin' mothafucka, hurry ho
Walked into the bank, right before he close
And then I got that gwap and then I hurried home
'Member when I was young, my mom told me hurry home
Now I'm grown, I can buy my momma 30 homes
I still got my 30 holmes, think you sweet you'll be buried holmes
[Hook]
Hiding lyrics - Chief Keef
[Intro:]
What do you want? [x8]
[Hook:]
I got choppers, I got gwala
I got partners, send you to the doctor
I got guns, singing like opera
And my partners, they got money
We ain't for nu'uh
Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa
What the fuck you doing, if you ain't getting money?
Bitch I'm 3hunna, my niggas riding
And we sliding, bitch we ain't hiding
[Verse 1:]
I got my pistol, that's my issue
My pistol get you, it got that grip too
I shoot it at you, them bullets catch you
And now you're done, you couldn't wrestle
All of these niggas, they pretenders
Act like they with you, they out to get you
So don't trust them, so don't love them
They want your spot, they want your hustle
They want your muscle
Rings on all 10 hands and they want your knuckle
Bitches calling me, they want my time
But I'm chasing all this money runnin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
What do you want? Where are you going?
What you doing, if you ain't getting money?
I'm smoking ganja, I'm counting commas
I got my llama, so nigga don't try us
I'm blasting at you, I'm laughing at you
Flexing throwing cash up on your bitch
And throwing cash up at you
I threw some cash up at you
Cause you need to catch up
You full of mayonnaise, I'll let Nina red ya
You in the red line, that's the dead line
You ain't got my money on time
Then that's your head mon
Bumbaclottin', Rasta-rockin'
Rastafari mothafucka, damn near lion
[Hook]
What do you want? [x8]
[Hook:]
I got choppers, I got gwala
I got partners, send you to the doctor
I got guns, singing like opera
And my partners, they got money
We ain't for nu'uh
Fuck ya momma, fuck ya poppa
What the fuck you doing, if you ain't getting money?
Bitch I'm 3hunna, my niggas riding
And we sliding, bitch we ain't hiding
[Verse 1:]
I got my pistol, that's my issue
My pistol get you, it got that grip too
I shoot it at you, them bullets catch you
And now you're done, you couldn't wrestle
All of these niggas, they pretenders
Act like they with you, they out to get you
So don't trust them, so don't love them
They want your spot, they want your hustle
They want your muscle
Rings on all 10 hands and they want your knuckle
Bitches calling me, they want my time
But I'm chasing all this money runnin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
What do you want? Where are you going?
What you doing, if you ain't getting money?
I'm smoking ganja, I'm counting commas
I got my llama, so nigga don't try us
I'm blasting at you, I'm laughing at you
Flexing throwing cash up on your bitch
And throwing cash up at you
I threw some cash up at you
Cause you need to catch up
You full of mayonnaise, I'll let Nina red ya
You in the red line, that's the dead line
You ain't got my money on time
Then that's your head mon
Bumbaclottin', Rasta-rockin'
Rastafari mothafucka, damn near lion
[Hook]
He Don't Know lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
Fuck nigga wanna mug
He don't know I got the .40 in the club
He don't know I got my shorties in the cut
Cause this shit goin' very nuts
Throw 'em up, pop up, shootin' shit man, cops out
He don't know we got Glocks on us
He think we gon' knock him out
He said that he want war but he don't know
Can't tell that little boy what he don't know
[Verse 1:]
It's me and Dirty Thirty
Bullets fly, like little birdy birdy
The only pimps I know is Mac and Dirty Thirty
With a Tec, told a 50 you can't have Larry Birdy
Yeah they say money, power, respect
But bitch its money, power, the Tec
Point at your block and won't even have any regret
You fuck niggas be knowing how we get
So don't get screwed, I got some niggas with a bunch of tools
They come through screwin' shit like [moppers do]
Like don't be talkin' what my choppa do
Turn your block to Lil B bitch, Wonton Soup
Pull off in my Lady Gaga, skrr
I got Hannah, Lady Gaga too
Lotta bullets fly, that's what I do
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
He don't know
Got so many cars, when I pull up he won't know
He was talkin' to this bitch, she was suckin' me, he don't know
And this bitch want blue dream back, I'm like "you don't know"
What I smoke, better smoke OG
I like Ben Franklins baby, I don't fuck with no Gs
Can't wait for no bitch cause these hoes be fuckin' lowkey
Cause you thought your bitch was your bitch
But she was suckin' on me, that thot I like
She ain't know that almighty so got cinnamon rolls
That nigga act like sneak dissin' me gon' get him on
It's me and Ben Frank, I don't like people, me and him get along
Blow your block, givin' out shots for the face just silicone
Cops won't know
Unless one of you lil fuck niggas snitchin' on me
Shootin' up houses
Living rooms, bedrooms, and them kitchens only
Shootin' up cops
Front seats, passenger seats, and them engines only
[Hook]
Fuck nigga wanna mug
He don't know I got the .40 in the club
He don't know I got my shorties in the cut
Cause this shit goin' very nuts
Throw 'em up, pop up, shootin' shit man, cops out
He don't know we got Glocks on us
He think we gon' knock him out
He said that he want war but he don't know
Can't tell that little boy what he don't know
[Verse 1:]
It's me and Dirty Thirty
Bullets fly, like little birdy birdy
The only pimps I know is Mac and Dirty Thirty
With a Tec, told a 50 you can't have Larry Birdy
Yeah they say money, power, respect
But bitch its money, power, the Tec
Point at your block and won't even have any regret
You fuck niggas be knowing how we get
So don't get screwed, I got some niggas with a bunch of tools
They come through screwin' shit like [moppers do]
Like don't be talkin' what my choppa do
Turn your block to Lil B bitch, Wonton Soup
Pull off in my Lady Gaga, skrr
I got Hannah, Lady Gaga too
Lotta bullets fly, that's what I do
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
He don't know
Got so many cars, when I pull up he won't know
He was talkin' to this bitch, she was suckin' me, he don't know
And this bitch want blue dream back, I'm like "you don't know"
What I smoke, better smoke OG
I like Ben Franklins baby, I don't fuck with no Gs
Can't wait for no bitch cause these hoes be fuckin' lowkey
Cause you thought your bitch was your bitch
But she was suckin' on me, that thot I like
She ain't know that almighty so got cinnamon rolls
That nigga act like sneak dissin' me gon' get him on
It's me and Ben Frank, I don't like people, me and him get along
Blow your block, givin' out shots for the face just silicone
Cops won't know
Unless one of you lil fuck niggas snitchin' on me
Shootin' up houses
Living rooms, bedrooms, and them kitchens only
Shootin' up cops
Front seats, passenger seats, and them engines only
[Hook]
On My Momma lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
I came, I saw, I conquered
Been jumped up off the porch on my momma
I ain't worried about these little bitty suckers
Cuz I'm a money getting muthafucka
Yeah, I come from the slums, yeah, I been getting money, yeah
I blow on my own, no, I don't need nobody, woo
When I pull up Glo, no, I don't see nobody fuck with trappin',
Trappin', trappin', I swear, I won't be nobody
[Verse 1:]
This nigga bitch just hit me up, she ask me what I'm doing
I say "getting to the bucks"
She told me that she wanna come through and fuck
I say "no, bitch, suck my nuts, you nuts"
What you want, what you want
You ain't talkin' money
Then you getting on me nerves, swerve, what a bird
You ain't a dog call you lil courage
Dumb muhfucker, cowardly dog
I come my cowboys shooting on purpose
You ain't no shooter, what you shooting for Curry?
Eddy Curry, I'm eating on curry
With my granny, I got black eyed peas
Swear to god I don't need no Fergie
She say she wanna be Chief Keef wife I'm like swerve
Bitch lemme tell you what I heard
Heard that you was a motherfucking thot
You be block-to-block
Curb-to-curb
The bitch heard I got gwap
Now she wanna let me fuck, I heard I heard
Always gotta know popo my dear, tryna kick down the door
I knerr I knerr
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I be getting gwap
If I was working I would fuck all my damn colleagues
Start by the nature to get my pistols
I swear they so naughty naughty
Rollin' Rollin' routin routin
You know you ain't about it Charlie
Gettin' money, spending money
You know you ain't about it dummy
I'ma come thru with the coolin' kits, ooh it's real cool
You was on that opp shit, then ooh it's kill you
I be on that loud shit, don't give a fuck who tell you
And I'm smoking on that loud shit
Don't give a fuck who smell cool
Your clique full of squares like a picture and a border
I can get some bricks and I can send em thru the border
I just got your bitch I was having fun but I got bored of her
Meet me at the border I'm at Chiraq, Drillinois
[Hook]
I came, I saw, I conquered
Been jumped up off the porch on my momma
I ain't worried about these little bitty suckers
Cuz I'm a money getting muthafucka
Yeah, I come from the slums, yeah, I been getting money, yeah
I blow on my own, no, I don't need nobody, woo
When I pull up Glo, no, I don't see nobody fuck with trappin',
Trappin', trappin', I swear, I won't be nobody
[Verse 1:]
This nigga bitch just hit me up, she ask me what I'm doing
I say "getting to the bucks"
She told me that she wanna come through and fuck
I say "no, bitch, suck my nuts, you nuts"
What you want, what you want
You ain't talkin' money
Then you getting on me nerves, swerve, what a bird
You ain't a dog call you lil courage
Dumb muhfucker, cowardly dog
I come my cowboys shooting on purpose
You ain't no shooter, what you shooting for Curry?
Eddy Curry, I'm eating on curry
With my granny, I got black eyed peas
Swear to god I don't need no Fergie
She say she wanna be Chief Keef wife I'm like swerve
Bitch lemme tell you what I heard
Heard that you was a motherfucking thot
You be block-to-block
Curb-to-curb
The bitch heard I got gwap
Now she wanna let me fuck, I heard I heard
Always gotta know popo my dear, tryna kick down the door
I knerr I knerr
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I be getting gwap
If I was working I would fuck all my damn colleagues
Start by the nature to get my pistols
I swear they so naughty naughty
Rollin' Rollin' routin routin
You know you ain't about it Charlie
Gettin' money, spending money
You know you ain't about it dummy
I'ma come thru with the coolin' kits, ooh it's real cool
You was on that opp shit, then ooh it's kill you
I be on that loud shit, don't give a fuck who tell you
And I'm smoking on that loud shit
Don't give a fuck who smell cool
Your clique full of squares like a picture and a border
I can get some bricks and I can send em thru the border
I just got your bitch I was having fun but I got bored of her
Meet me at the border I'm at Chiraq, Drillinois
[Hook]
Don't Want None lyrics - Chief Keef
Aye gang bang
Gang bang gang
[Hook:]
You don't want none, nigga you don't want none (2x)
You don't want none, you don't want none
You don't want none, nigga you don't want none
You don't want none, bitch you don't want none (2x)
You don't want none, you don't want none
You don't want none, bitch you don't want none
[Verse 1:]
I'm off the dope right now I'm fucked up
Nigga caught me slippin' then he lucked up
Nigga caught me slippin' then I buck buck
Macaroni time like a Kraft box
Bitch told me that she wanna let me fuck her
Told her if she let me fuck then I won't have her stuck stuck
But she gotta have some hair just like Repunzel
If she ain't got none then I don't want her
Pull up on you with my truck beatin' like a tumtum
I pull up on you smoking loud, he sound like a dumb dumb
The shit I smoke have you stuck, I swear you don't want none
I got a hollow .45, I know you don't want one
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
If you smoking reggie, I don't want none
If you drinking Quali, I don't want none
I shot from the shotty, yeah you don't want one
My gun and yo gun can have a one-on-one
She think I love her, she must think she is some money
All designer when I first got with the money
You say you don't want none then I say you trippin' homie
Then you say you want some, I'ma send you a gift bag homie
That bitch right there on the corner waitin' on Chief Keef to speak
Waitin' on that shit, you gone be waitin' a whole year and a week
Tryna marry me, bitch'll be better waitin' on til you 53
Niggas tryna bury me, they'll be better off waitin' till they 63
[Hook]
Gang bang gang
[Hook:]
You don't want none, nigga you don't want none (2x)
You don't want none, you don't want none
You don't want none, nigga you don't want none
You don't want none, bitch you don't want none (2x)
You don't want none, you don't want none
You don't want none, bitch you don't want none
[Verse 1:]
I'm off the dope right now I'm fucked up
Nigga caught me slippin' then he lucked up
Nigga caught me slippin' then I buck buck
Macaroni time like a Kraft box
Bitch told me that she wanna let me fuck her
Told her if she let me fuck then I won't have her stuck stuck
But she gotta have some hair just like Repunzel
If she ain't got none then I don't want her
Pull up on you with my truck beatin' like a tumtum
I pull up on you smoking loud, he sound like a dumb dumb
The shit I smoke have you stuck, I swear you don't want none
I got a hollow .45, I know you don't want one
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
If you smoking reggie, I don't want none
If you drinking Quali, I don't want none
I shot from the shotty, yeah you don't want one
My gun and yo gun can have a one-on-one
She think I love her, she must think she is some money
All designer when I first got with the money
You say you don't want none then I say you trippin' homie
Then you say you want some, I'ma send you a gift bag homie
That bitch right there on the corner waitin' on Chief Keef to speak
Waitin' on that shit, you gone be waitin' a whole year and a week
Tryna marry me, bitch'll be better waitin' on til you 53
Niggas tryna bury me, they'll be better off waitin' till they 63
[Hook]
Yours lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Benji Glo)
[Hook:]
What you talking for, keep your mouth closed
Keep your mouth closed, if you ain't talking 'bout dough
You ain't get dough, you ain't got dough
You live with ya mama, in her household
I'm ballin out though, and I got dough
And I got hoes, and I got clothes
Bitch I got weed, and I got jewels
And I got mines, and I got yours
[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
I was riding in that thingy, his bitch like freaky
Me i l like speeding
Ridin in them demons
Your thot don't speak english, me I speak Engla (England)
Money Danita
Pull up in the creature
My son ride the forgis
Me I ride visas
Kay Kay Get that cash boy
Me I got visas
He say he got swag but me I got ether
He say he got Springfield me I got Lisa
Your bitch up finna three way I met her this week
She said that she a keeper thotie then keep her
The fuck I look like Peta
Da fuck you look like Tigga
Hell naw I be in the club like I'm legal
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Benji Glo:]
See I'm riding in that beamer, in the two seater
Boolin with a thotie
Thotie is eaters
Im smoking on some Rifa
Red in my two litter
Paid 6 for my shades another 6 for my sneakers
3hunna that my savages, they kill for no reason
Run up on Benji, Haha you tweaking
Everybody know I can't see Its not a secret
She say her boyfriend go deep, but baby I go deeper
She say he gettin' money, I don't believe her
Me i be juggin, R-Riding with me heater
I got molly Xanax, Weed too, come see me
In the trap playing with them keys call me stevie
[Hook]
What you talking for, keep your mouth closed
Keep your mouth closed, if you ain't talking 'bout dough
You ain't get dough, you ain't got dough
You live with ya mama, in her household
I'm ballin out though, and I got dough
And I got hoes, and I got clothes
Bitch I got weed, and I got jewels
And I got mines, and I got yours
[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
I was riding in that thingy, his bitch like freaky
Me i l like speeding
Ridin in them demons
Your thot don't speak english, me I speak Engla (England)
Money Danita
Pull up in the creature
My son ride the forgis
Me I ride visas
Kay Kay Get that cash boy
Me I got visas
He say he got swag but me I got ether
He say he got Springfield me I got Lisa
Your bitch up finna three way I met her this week
She said that she a keeper thotie then keep her
The fuck I look like Peta
Da fuck you look like Tigga
Hell naw I be in the club like I'm legal
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Benji Glo:]
See I'm riding in that beamer, in the two seater
Boolin with a thotie
Thotie is eaters
Im smoking on some Rifa
Red in my two litter
Paid 6 for my shades another 6 for my sneakers
3hunna that my savages, they kill for no reason
Run up on Benji, Haha you tweaking
Everybody know I can't see Its not a secret
She say her boyfriend go deep, but baby I go deeper
She say he gettin' money, I don't believe her
Me i be juggin, R-Riding with me heater
I got molly Xanax, Weed too, come see me
In the trap playing with them keys call me stevie
[Hook]
Win lyrics - Chief Keef
[Intro:]
What do my fans mean to me? You know of course
My fans gon' mean the world to me
Without them there wouldn't be no Almighty Sosa, Chief Sosa, None of that.
Almighty Glo Gang, you know what I'm sayin'
None of that. So my fans mean a lot to me. I mean they always say
"Aww you pushed it back" oh no I don't push it back
All I'm tryna do is make sure shit is right. You know what I'm sayin'
I mean, everybody want that "Old Sosa", it's not gon' happen
Chief Sosa, I'm 'bout mothafuckin' 6000 years old
Remember when I used to be sayin' I was 300 all the time?
I'm 6000 mothafuckas. I'm older, I'm a grown boy
You know what I'm sayin', I been sayin' I was a grown boy
But I'm a real grown boy this time. You know what I'm sayin'
I'm grown, I'm glo'd up, man I got and glo'd up, grown up
Whatever you wanna say. And there won't be none of that old shit
You know what I'm sayin'
You talkin' 'bout shit when I was 16 years old
You know what I'm sayin'
I'm mothafuckin' 20... I'm 6000, you know what I'm sayin'
Anyways, yeah gang shit. I love my fans, and I love the haters
I love the people who fuck with me one thou-wow
I love the mothafuckas who talk behind my back one thou-wow
Gang shit, [ad libs]
[Hook:]
I like winnin' [x8]
All I know is win, win, win, win, win, win, win [x2]
[Verse 1:]
All I know is money, all I know is win
It's cause I'm gettin' money
I hope you don't get offended
I get some money at 6, and I get some money at 10
At 5, at 4, at 3-2-1 right now
I'm a diamond in the sky, all I know is win
Niggas two-faced, I don't want no friends
I like being my, I don't want no twin
I can do this shit again and again
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I like money, I like women
I like FL1's, I like 50's
I like Benjis, I like Jacksons
I like bullets, I like ratchets
I be gettin' money, smokin' on cat piss
Sippin' lean, smokin' on dead man
I came here for the money
You ain't got the exits
I hit the exit, hoppin' on the interstate
I glo fuckin' money, it's what's on my dinner plate
I know I'm kinda late, I had a meeting at 10 today
I like weed, love hoes, you love em well to wait
You love em every way, that shit so [?]
I'm rollin', yo bitch told me she love me like [?]
I'm on the win, fuck a roll, lemme see what my schedule say
Smokin' dope in my mansion, fuck what the tele say
Walk in the bank tryna see what the bank teller say
I was finna say...
[Hook]
What do my fans mean to me? You know of course
My fans gon' mean the world to me
Without them there wouldn't be no Almighty Sosa, Chief Sosa, None of that.
Almighty Glo Gang, you know what I'm sayin'
None of that. So my fans mean a lot to me. I mean they always say
"Aww you pushed it back" oh no I don't push it back
All I'm tryna do is make sure shit is right. You know what I'm sayin'
I mean, everybody want that "Old Sosa", it's not gon' happen
Chief Sosa, I'm 'bout mothafuckin' 6000 years old
Remember when I used to be sayin' I was 300 all the time?
I'm 6000 mothafuckas. I'm older, I'm a grown boy
You know what I'm sayin', I been sayin' I was a grown boy
But I'm a real grown boy this time. You know what I'm sayin'
I'm grown, I'm glo'd up, man I got and glo'd up, grown up
Whatever you wanna say. And there won't be none of that old shit
You know what I'm sayin'
You talkin' 'bout shit when I was 16 years old
You know what I'm sayin'
I'm mothafuckin' 20... I'm 6000, you know what I'm sayin'
Anyways, yeah gang shit. I love my fans, and I love the haters
I love the people who fuck with me one thou-wow
I love the mothafuckas who talk behind my back one thou-wow
Gang shit, [ad libs]
[Hook:]
I like winnin' [x8]
All I know is win, win, win, win, win, win, win [x2]
[Verse 1:]
All I know is money, all I know is win
It's cause I'm gettin' money
I hope you don't get offended
I get some money at 6, and I get some money at 10
At 5, at 4, at 3-2-1 right now
I'm a diamond in the sky, all I know is win
Niggas two-faced, I don't want no friends
I like being my, I don't want no twin
I can do this shit again and again
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I like money, I like women
I like FL1's, I like 50's
I like Benjis, I like Jacksons
I like bullets, I like ratchets
I be gettin' money, smokin' on cat piss
Sippin' lean, smokin' on dead man
I came here for the money
You ain't got the exits
I hit the exit, hoppin' on the interstate
I glo fuckin' money, it's what's on my dinner plate
I know I'm kinda late, I had a meeting at 10 today
I like weed, love hoes, you love em well to wait
You love em every way, that shit so [?]
I'm rollin', yo bitch told me she love me like [?]
I'm on the win, fuck a roll, lemme see what my schedule say
Smokin' dope in my mansion, fuck what the tele say
Walk in the bank tryna see what the bank teller say
I was finna say...
[Hook]
I Want Some Money lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
I need me some money, where it's at, where the spot?
How much they talkin', they got some guap
I’m at peace with money, you countin' guap
You want some guap, you love the guap
I got feats with guap, you wanna get some
You gone get some, then go and get some
Bitch I eat a lot, I want some money
I want some money, I want some money
[Verse 1:]
M-O-N-E-Y, I need it
That bitch top is right, aye, I feel it
And then when I’m done, that money I get it
I belong to suns, it's cold outside got my shirt like I’m feeling
I be smoking chronic, you be smokin' that midget
One by one by one, like bitches that money I get it
OG in my lungs, its a cough coming up, lil nigga I feel it
Pull up with them guns like bow bow bow bow nigga I did it
I come from the slums, I made it out fuck nigga then I win
Pull up witcha guns, wanna bow bow bow bow nigga I’m with it
Wanna come up in this restroom naw naw naw nigga out the shits
And I treat the money like beef I eat cow cow cow cow nigga let's get it
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Pull up K start wrestling and I let my dog get out
You ain’t talkin' money and you want some beef you can get shot
For a show a hundred racks Imma bring my hundred shot
I’m a spark my own shit I got me and money got me
Pull up with the street sweeper pussy you'se a running rabbit
You bunny rabbit, pull up with a gun that's savage
Pull up in a car thats savage but bitch I’m a lil bastard
Come from Chiraq, but I’m rich, bitch, now I live in Cali
Bitch I’m all about a salary all the calories all the money
I need that boxer money, if you ain’t talking then yall don’t love me
I be bossin' honey let me fuck and yall gone love me
She wanna fuck me nis member she said that I was ugly
[Hook]
I need me some money, where it's at, where the spot?
How much they talkin', they got some guap
I’m at peace with money, you countin' guap
You want some guap, you love the guap
I got feats with guap, you wanna get some
You gone get some, then go and get some
Bitch I eat a lot, I want some money
I want some money, I want some money
[Verse 1:]
M-O-N-E-Y, I need it
That bitch top is right, aye, I feel it
And then when I’m done, that money I get it
I belong to suns, it's cold outside got my shirt like I’m feeling
I be smoking chronic, you be smokin' that midget
One by one by one, like bitches that money I get it
OG in my lungs, its a cough coming up, lil nigga I feel it
Pull up with them guns like bow bow bow bow nigga I did it
I come from the slums, I made it out fuck nigga then I win
Pull up witcha guns, wanna bow bow bow bow nigga I’m with it
Wanna come up in this restroom naw naw naw nigga out the shits
And I treat the money like beef I eat cow cow cow cow nigga let's get it
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Pull up K start wrestling and I let my dog get out
You ain’t talkin' money and you want some beef you can get shot
For a show a hundred racks Imma bring my hundred shot
I’m a spark my own shit I got me and money got me
Pull up with the street sweeper pussy you'se a running rabbit
You bunny rabbit, pull up with a gun that's savage
Pull up in a car thats savage but bitch I’m a lil bastard
Come from Chiraq, but I’m rich, bitch, now I live in Cali
Bitch I’m all about a salary all the calories all the money
I need that boxer money, if you ain’t talking then yall don’t love me
I be bossin' honey let me fuck and yall gone love me
She wanna fuck me nis member she said that I was ugly
[Hook]
"Nobody" (2014)
- Ain't Just Me lyrics - Chief Keef
- Oh Lawd lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)
- Already lyrics - Chief Keef
- Fast N Furious lyrics - Chief Keef
- Fishin lyrics - Chief Keef
- Funny lyrics - Chief Keef
- Gooey lyrics - Chief Keef
- Hard lyrics - Chief Keef
- Nobody lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Kanye West)
- Pit Stop lyrics - Chief Keef
- Twelve Bars lyrics - Chief Keef
- Yeah Now lyrics - Chief Keef
Ain't Just Me lyrics - Chief Keef
[Intro:]
I know doe, I know doe
Sosa you flexin', babygirl I know doe
It ain't just me girl
She like Sosa you flexin' babygirl I know doe
[Hook:]
It ain't just me girl, I'm riding Forgi's in the snow doe
It ain't just me girl, you know I got my pole too
It ain't just me girl, and I'm a let it blow too
It ain't just me girl, it's just me and Cobra
It ain't just me girl, still slumpin' niggas over
It ain't just me girl, still I'm Almighty Sosa
It ain't just me girl, that's the type of shit you gotta take notes of
[Verse:]
It ain't just me girl, I'm still pourin' 4's up
I'm still smoking dope when I'm not suppose to
Put this Glock to ya brain, let it blow
Now I got yo blood, over these Balenciaga's
That I just paid 6 double O fo'
I'm still a smoker cause I hate being sober
I ain't scared of no nigga that can bleed all over me
It's about money then I'll be all over it
Smoking weed with THC all over it
Boy yo weed got seeds all over it
Like Tony Montana who I trust me
It ain't about money don't talk to me
They shooting for me they walking with me
Come thru lightin' shit up like get in a coffin please
She like you Sosa flexin' babygirl I know doe
[Hook]
I know doe, I know doe
Sosa you flexin', babygirl I know doe
It ain't just me girl
She like Sosa you flexin' babygirl I know doe
[Hook:]
It ain't just me girl, I'm riding Forgi's in the snow doe
It ain't just me girl, you know I got my pole too
It ain't just me girl, and I'm a let it blow too
It ain't just me girl, it's just me and Cobra
It ain't just me girl, still slumpin' niggas over
It ain't just me girl, still I'm Almighty Sosa
It ain't just me girl, that's the type of shit you gotta take notes of
[Verse:]
It ain't just me girl, I'm still pourin' 4's up
I'm still smoking dope when I'm not suppose to
Put this Glock to ya brain, let it blow
Now I got yo blood, over these Balenciaga's
That I just paid 6 double O fo'
I'm still a smoker cause I hate being sober
I ain't scared of no nigga that can bleed all over me
It's about money then I'll be all over it
Smoking weed with THC all over it
Boy yo weed got seeds all over it
Like Tony Montana who I trust me
It ain't about money don't talk to me
They shooting for me they walking with me
Come thru lightin' shit up like get in a coffin please
She like you Sosa flexin' babygirl I know doe
[Hook]
Oh Lawd lyrics - Chief Keef (feat. Tadoe)
[Intro:]
Oh lawd
Looking back then you’ll be like oh lawd
[Hook:]
Looking back then, you’ll be like oh lawd
Look at me now, you’ll be like oh lawd
Looking back then, you’ll be like oh lawd
Look at me now, you’ll be like oh lawd
That bitch seen my chain and she was like oh lawd, oh lawd
I gave her that thang and she was like oh lawd
Niggas seen my earrings and they was like oh boy, oh boy
But he know never try to rob Almighty So, boy
[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
Come thru killing shit, dropping shit
Or I do a hit list bitch on my Dodgers shit
Niggas steady talking about popping out
We gon' start popping shit
Nigga gon' be on that roster again
Like fuck da Feds
They mad cause a young nigga made it and got ahead
They wanna lock me up and throw away the key
That's not fair, I made it up outta there
Now I'm ridin' round totin' choppas
Ridin' round shootin' blocks up
Everybody mad cause I'm gettin' that guap up
Nothin's gonna make me stop it
Nuh-uh, no
Gettin' to my money, choppa waterfall
Give a fuck bout new cars but I don't want it all
We some Energizer bunny y'all
Even though you ain't got them
I just run up with my Glock up
I just spent 40 thousand on Balenciaga's
Baby I don't like no Prada
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Tadoe:]
I took her to the crib, she like "oh lawd"
She never seen a mansion with glass floors
I’m stuck up in my glory, I ignore her
I got some top and kicked her out the door
I put her in the whip, she like "oh lawd"
She said she done fuckin' with lil boys
They ain't got no guap, ain't makin' no noise
She hit my dope, it knock her out like Floyd, oh lawd
For these shoes I paid bout four, oh lawd
I bought a pint and po'd a fourth
Pockets fat like ass on contour
200 on the dash in my car, oh lawd
[Verse 3 - Chief Keef:]
My pockets fat like the ass of Kim K, oh lawd
How I'm runnin' through this cake, oh lawd
Car I'ma drive today, oh lawd
Remember when I ain't have nothin' before
Now I can have it all
Problem is that I won't stop til I fall
Don't care bout none of y'all
[Hook]
Oh lawd, oh lawd
Oh lawd
Looking back then you’ll be like oh lawd
[Hook:]
Looking back then, you’ll be like oh lawd
Look at me now, you’ll be like oh lawd
Looking back then, you’ll be like oh lawd
Look at me now, you’ll be like oh lawd
That bitch seen my chain and she was like oh lawd, oh lawd
I gave her that thang and she was like oh lawd
Niggas seen my earrings and they was like oh boy, oh boy
But he know never try to rob Almighty So, boy
[Verse 1 - Chief Keef:]
Come thru killing shit, dropping shit
Or I do a hit list bitch on my Dodgers shit
Niggas steady talking about popping out
We gon' start popping shit
Nigga gon' be on that roster again
Like fuck da Feds
They mad cause a young nigga made it and got ahead
They wanna lock me up and throw away the key
That's not fair, I made it up outta there
Now I'm ridin' round totin' choppas
Ridin' round shootin' blocks up
Everybody mad cause I'm gettin' that guap up
Nothin's gonna make me stop it
Nuh-uh, no
Gettin' to my money, choppa waterfall
Give a fuck bout new cars but I don't want it all
We some Energizer bunny y'all
Even though you ain't got them
I just run up with my Glock up
I just spent 40 thousand on Balenciaga's
Baby I don't like no Prada
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Tadoe:]
I took her to the crib, she like "oh lawd"
She never seen a mansion with glass floors
I’m stuck up in my glory, I ignore her
I got some top and kicked her out the door
I put her in the whip, she like "oh lawd"
She said she done fuckin' with lil boys
They ain't got no guap, ain't makin' no noise
She hit my dope, it knock her out like Floyd, oh lawd
For these shoes I paid bout four, oh lawd
I bought a pint and po'd a fourth
Pockets fat like ass on contour
200 on the dash in my car, oh lawd
[Verse 3 - Chief Keef:]
My pockets fat like the ass of Kim K, oh lawd
How I'm runnin' through this cake, oh lawd
Car I'ma drive today, oh lawd
Remember when I ain't have nothin' before
Now I can have it all
Problem is that I won't stop til I fall
Don't care bout none of y'all
[Hook]
Oh lawd, oh lawd
Already lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
This bitch give me top, already
I'm bout to spend this guap
I'm bout to send some shots
I think I seen a opp
I think I seen the cops
Played that shit already
Smoke straight for breakfast
Flexin' get justice
Cops tryna Breathalyze
But they know I'm high
[Verse:]
Already fed too much food in my Bentley
It's already got one, I seen it, I get it
She already askin' me one hundred and one questions
She already gave me top, I'm gone, no second guessin'
They already gave me guap, I ain't goin' back flatline
They already gave me love, I ain't goin' for less now
I already sprayed my Glock, I ain't gettin finessed man
I already played these cops, they ain't finding my weapons
Already, already, they call ready, already
She gon' give me top, guess what, my balls ready
Already, and I got a ball so yes I'm ball ready
Already, I'm ball til I fall, I guess I'm fall ready
Already
[Hook]
This bitch give me top, already
I'm bout to spend this guap
I'm bout to send some shots
I think I seen a opp
I think I seen the cops
Played that shit already
Smoke straight for breakfast
Flexin' get justice
Cops tryna Breathalyze
But they know I'm high
[Verse:]
Already fed too much food in my Bentley
It's already got one, I seen it, I get it
She already askin' me one hundred and one questions
She already gave me top, I'm gone, no second guessin'
They already gave me guap, I ain't goin' back flatline
They already gave me love, I ain't goin' for less now
I already sprayed my Glock, I ain't gettin finessed man
I already played these cops, they ain't finding my weapons
Already, already, they call ready, already
She gon' give me top, guess what, my balls ready
Already, and I got a ball so yes I'm ball ready
Already, I'm ball til I fall, I guess I'm fall ready
Already
[Hook]
Fast N Furious lyrics - Chief Keef
[Hook:]
Paul Walker bitch, Fast N Furious
Ridin' real fast and I'm serious
Is ya getting money boy? I'm curious
All this money making me delirious
Paul Walker bitch, Fast N Furious
In a jet, bitch I am lerious
Shining bright bitch
My diamonds are the silliest
My bitches are the prettiest
My cars are hideous
Bitches look like monsters
Bitch them bitches look like Tonkas
I'm riding in a Tonka
Looking like I'm Yao
Yao Ming, bitch I'm with the Houston Rockets (aye)
And I got the rocket in my pocket
Best believe I will pop it (aye)
Best believe you'll get dropped and be rolling
Can't tell witcha breath nigga hold it
Hear the ambulance come
I hope they can save ya son (aye aye)
I hope they can save ya homeboy
Shouldn't have been playin' homeboy
What the fuck was ya sayin' homeboy?
GRA-TA-TAH-DUH-DUH-DUH, we ain't playing homeboy
[Hook]
Paul Walker bitch, Fast N Furious
Ridin' real fast and I'm serious
Is ya getting money boy? I'm curious
All this money making me delirious
Paul Walker bitch, Fast N Furious
In a jet, bitch I am lerious
Shining bright bitch
My diamonds are the silliest
My bitches are the prettiest
My cars are hideous
Bitches look like monsters
Bitch them bitches look like Tonkas
I'm riding in a Tonka
Looking like I'm Yao
Yao Ming, bitch I'm with the Houston Rockets (aye)
And I got the rocket in my pocket
Best believe I will pop it (aye)
Best believe you'll get dropped and be rolling
Can't tell witcha breath nigga hold it
Hear the ambulance come
I hope they can save ya son (aye aye)
I hope they can save ya homeboy
Shouldn't have been playin' homeboy
What the fuck was ya sayin' homeboy?
GRA-TA-TAH-DUH-DUH-DUH, we ain't playing homeboy
[Hook]
Fishin lyrics - Chief Keef
[Intro:]
Nigga I ain't fearin I got my pistol
Lucky that mothafucka love ain't
Let me hit you or get you!
[Hook:]
You wanna fuck with the kid
Wanna know where I live
But I'm walkin round with the sig
I'm a get your ass up outta here
Boy I don't fuck with the pigs
On digits, I'm six
I'm only shark that fish
And I catch big fish and I'm fishin'
Tryna bring the bricks in, let them bitches see it
Found out a nigga fuckin' with my bricks
You gon' get two to the shit
Found out a nigga fuckin' my bitch
I don't give two fucks or shit
Ridin' foreign cars, nigga you won't pull past this shit
[Verse 1:]
Fuck nigga, I done paid 22 for some kicks
Fuck nigga, I done paid 22 for the wrist
Fade 50 for the chain, 50 for the chain, bling
Walk in, all the bitches better know my name
Almighty So, Chief So, shit ain't changed
Niggas think I changed cause I got me a little change
Smokin' on this fuck nigga tooka till I can't feel my brain
Like Tony Hawk bitch this Sosa, no it ain't Lil Wayne
Bitch I'm Flocka with the flames
MJ with the fade away
Bitch I'm Ballout with the bricks
Cause I done had 50 bricks on my mothafuckin' wrist
So I'm Sosa Escobar, Pablo
And I'm coolin with my vatos, eatin tacos
Look at a brain dead bitch, I'm like paco
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
No one on the corner got a swagger like me, I'm big flee
Fresh Giuseppe's up on the concrete, at a Fe Fe
Remember on the corner with a jacket slangin D
And slangin that C to every fuckin fiend
Every junkie, even police
Niggas know not to run up on Chief Sosa
Cause he got that heat and he gon' let it breathe
I know he talkin' but I'm gon' let you see
When the pistol come up what the uppercut mean
Baby I don't listen to nothin' but me
Baby I don't be gettin nothin' but G's but I'm a G
Got a Jesus piece, y'all know that I fuck with Jesus
She see my neck and freezes
Cause I go like I been in the freezer
[Hook]
Nigga I ain't fearin I got my pistol
Lucky that mothafucka love ain't
Let me hit you or get you!
[Hook:]
You wanna fuck with the kid
Wanna know where I live
But I'm walkin round with the sig
I'm a get your ass up outta here
Boy I don't fuck with the pigs
On digits, I'm six
I'm only shark that fish
And I catch big fish and I'm fishin'
Tryna bring the bricks in, let them bitches see it
Found out a nigga fuckin' with my bricks
You gon' get two to the shit
Found out a nigga fuckin' my bitch
I don't give two fucks or shit
Ridin' foreign cars, nigga you won't pull past this shit
[Verse 1:]
Fuck nigga, I done paid 22 for some kicks
Fuck nigga, I done paid 22 for the wrist
Fade 50 for the chain, 50 for the chain, bling
Walk in, all the bitches better know my name
Almighty So, Chief So, shit ain't changed
Niggas think I changed cause I got me a little change
Smokin' on this fuck nigga tooka till I can't feel my brain
Like Tony Hawk bitch this Sosa, no it ain't Lil Wayne
Bitch I'm Flocka with the flames
MJ with the fade away
Bitch I'm Ballout with the bricks
Cause I done had 50 bricks on my mothafuckin' wrist
So I'm Sosa Escobar, Pablo
And I'm coolin with my vatos, eatin tacos
Look at a brain dead bitch, I'm like paco
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
No one on the corner got a swagger like me, I'm big flee
Fresh Giuseppe's up on the concrete, at a Fe Fe
Remember on the corner with a jacket slangin D
And slangin that C to every fuckin fiend
Every junkie, even police
Niggas know not to run up on Chief Sosa
Cause he got that heat and he gon' let it breathe
I know he talkin' but I'm gon' let you see
When the pistol come up what the uppercut mean
Baby I don't listen to nothin' but me
Baby I don't be gettin nothin' but G's but I'm a G
Got a Jesus piece, y'all know that I fuck with Jesus
She see my neck and freezes
Cause I go like I been in the freezer
[Hook]
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